Mar 22, 2010 22:12
My poor, beautiful puppy passed away last night. I got the call this morning from my mum. She was crying when she told me.
Maggie was old, almost fourteen, but she wasn't really showing a lot of warning signs. Apparently, she was coughing last night, but that was all. She went to sleep in her bed, curled up in front of the heater and just never woke up, I suppose. As far as we know, she wasn't in any pain before her death. I'm very thankful for that. I think she went peacefully.
I can't imagine going back home and her not being there. She's just always been there. I was six when we got her. I spent that first night curled up with her in the hall. I refused to go to bed because I was scared she would be lonely without her mum and brothers. She slept in my bed until my mum had to kick her out. She was a huge dog and she took up the entire bed. I still snuck her up there with me almost every night.
I just started crying again while writing this.
Maggie, I miss you and love you so much. <3
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