Maggie Mae--OH how I miss your soft gentle touch the little
left paw to my cheek.
Your little motor running so soft and gentle.
In your good years you would knead my arm when you were happy.
It seems you stopped that when we left Texas as if you were
not happy with the California move.
I didn't want to acknowledge you were sick, but in your soft
sweet way you kept trying to tell me you were not well.
I know you were trying to tell me at the end that my decision
was ok to let you go because you tried so hard to make your
motor sound for me.
I hope you forgive me for not wanting you to go and delaying
your departure, but I didn't want to lose my best friend.
You will forever be in my heart.
Your Loving Mom