Maggie Mae Bowersox

Maggie

My Mags. Maggie Mae. Magster. Pretty girl. My best girl. In latter days, my good 'ole girl. 

Maggie picked our daughter out  to follow home one day from the school bus. She chose us. From that day forward she made it clear to each of us she was ours and we were hers. We belonged together.  Meant to be.  She was our devoted "girl" and we were her loving family. For seventeen years Maggie doted on each of us. She knew who would be in the mood to play, who would feed her tidbits under the table, who would rub her back just the right way and who to wake up when there was a storm in the night. I'd give anything in the world to feel her pounce on the side of my bed in the middle of a storm. 

My husband was working out of town. It was a blistering hot day and the vet had asked me to bring her in again. I was a bit prepared but not at all prepared. After all, she ate that morning and was a bit herself........ After the exam, it was clear I would have to do this loving last act that seemed monstrous at that moment by myself. Somehow it was fitting...just Maggie and me.......   I wrapped her in my arms and held her so closely. I whispered in her ear how much I loved and cherished her and would forever. And I do.  

I drove around town for 45 minutes with her in the backseat of my car trying to figure where to lay her to rest. I sobbed. I bawled. I didn't even know where I was driving. I wasn't ready for this. Mags and I were always together. No one could possibly understand how my heart was shattering .......  

Maggie Mae Bowersox was laid to rest in my sweet momma's backyard.. I dug most the hole myself between uncontrollable sobbing and utter denial. The very least I could do for my girl. 

She's gone. It's still a dream all these years later. Her photo is by my bedside and her collar hangs on the lamp. I swear to you there are times in this house I feel her.... I know my girl is with me. I just pray she knows how much I love her still........