Maggie 7/22/94--1/9/09
I got Maggie when I was only 19 years old. I can hardly remember being that young! She was my first baby. My boyfriend at the time got her for me and she was the last one from her litter. She had some big ears and wall eyes but I thought she was precious! She lived with me and my roommates in our first college apartment...where there was a no pets rule. We had to take Maggie outside in the early morning and late at night in a laundry bag. She was a trooper! At our second apartment I used to let her out to run free around the complex (which was so dumb looking back) and she would always come back with some random food item that she scavenged out of the dumpster. Maggie would go NUTS for a tennis ball. She would get this wild-eyed look and nothing could distract her. She was also a cuddler, she would curl up as tight as she could in your lap and snore. Maggie lived 14 and a half years and I loved every single minute of it. She was very arthritic and in pain at the end of her life but she never lost her spunk. She still came to the table every night for dinner and would eat anything you gave her. She lived on our futon at the end and I still come into the room and expect to see her snoozing in her green blanket. Her "sisters" she grew up with, Morgan and Katie, have gone before her and I can only imagine the reunion they had in Heaven. Lots of tennis ball chasing and swimming. I loved her so much. And she is missed.
