A day in the life of Maggie – Her final Chapter
When the call went out, our little Corgi group listened intently… There was a senior hoarding situation where a senior gentleman had 3 Corgis that were taken due to neglect. I thought, how awful! He apparently had no family to watch him or the dogs, so all involved were neglected, not fed and no hygiene…
As all Corgis were said to be in end stage heart failure at 14 years old, as a dog lover, I agreed to take one (I already had two dogs and three is my town limit) so that she could die knowing a home, rather than a shelter… Maggie did not have end stage heart failure, but Cushing’s disease. I found this out when I brought her to my vet for the “end of life” discussion on what to look for in the end… I spent $1,000 in her first week here (my vet gives me a kennel discount, but I want to know about the zoo one!). LOL
Within days of treatment, she started becoming a happy Corgi, within a month, her fur had started to grow back and a trip to the groomer, to removed the embedded feces in her fur made her feel like a million bucks! I read her mind as she walked down the isle with her groomer, thinking, “wow, it’s been a while since I’ve seen this place!”.
While I thought I’d have this dog for a few weeks, that grew to 2 full years of bliss for her, and us. She was a typical Corgi and would announce in her old lady bark every Friday when the Chinese food delivery guy was here, when there was a squirrel in the back yard ( she was pretty much blind, but believed in my other Corgi and GSD) and when daddy came home… She totally loved her life here…And we loved her company. I’ll never, ever forget her bounce and excitement about such simple things in life…the things we all take for granted…
Maggie taught me a lot of lessons along the way… Don’t sweat the pee – floors can be replaced. How to really smell the roses, I mean really smell them to the point where the thorns get stuck in your nose, it just causes a tiny bit of blood… But the most important thing was love can be recycled…not a bad lesson from a 16 YO dog who knows a thing or two about life.
We lost dear Maggie a couple of weeks ago when she started to have cluster seizures… As I hadn’t had an ATCH test for her Cushing’s test done in about a year due to old Corgi veins not giving blood freely, she opened them up for that final shot – she was ready… She completed her final chapter her way, but got to me to smell the roses her way… I’m a better person for that…
I miss you Maggie, but you taught me how not to not sweat the small stuff, and I’m forever grateful…see you in heaven…
Mom