Having had to put so many wonderful dogs down over the years- I thought your story hit home for me. Great job- thanks for sharing.

-John

If I may add…I know a similar story of aches and uncertainties and about having to wait for the “you’ll know” moment, as I had a very similar love and heartbreak with my Doberman Natasha who died in 2006 of bone cancer. I knew she was dying and that amputation was the only thing that may have prolonged her survival. Thinking of her as best I could, I instead chose to give her pain medications and as many real meat treats as she wanted. When she got very sick, I, too, elected to not go to Leadville to crew for my husband at the time. Instead, I spent all day with her and slept on the floor with her at night. I spent 5 straight days with her there, and then the time did come when I knew I had to ease her suffering. It was something I really did not want to do, but I had to – for her. And my wonderful vet came to my home. It was just me and Natasha and the vet, and after the vet left, just me and my best friend Natasha. I buried her alone. It’s been over 3 years and I love her just the same, still think of her all the time. The windchimes I hung on my deck for her ring when she is saying hello to me. At least I like to think that!

So sad and yet so happy. They brought us unforgettable heart-filled joy. They change us and make us better people. Maggie will be with you forever just like Natasha is with me. I totally agree: We do not find the meaning of life by ourselves alone – we find it with another.

Thank you for sharing such a touching story, and thanks for reading mine.

To our Dears!!

Lisa