Maggie- my best friend by amanda sisler

Maggie- my best friend

by amanda sisler

Well, our Maggie was born in August of 1989. We were lucky enough to get her when she was only 3 months old. She was a good girl, the best dog any 5 year old girl could ever ask for. Me and my Maggs were best friends, we grew up together. She was always so happy and healthy up until just a few years ago. Maggie started getting sicker and sicker, of old age. I am 20 years old now, and i never knew how hard it is to loose your best friend, and Maggie truely was my best friend. We used to do everything together. I would ride my bike and she would gallop along beside me, man how she could run. My sisters and I used to dress her up in our clothes, and she looked so funny. Her favorate place to be was outside, she loved to lay on the warm sidewalk out in the bright sun, and god she was a beautiful dog she had the richest brown color fur, and these light golden brown eyes, i called her my chocolate pie girl. I lost her yesterday. Her health finally gave out and we made the agonizing desision to end he suffering and let her go to a better place where she would be happy and healthy again. I stayed with her until the very end, her soft brown eyes pleaing with me, she looked at me as if she were in trouble, as if she had done something wrong. All i could tell her was that she was a good girl the best, and that we loved her and shat she in fact had done nothing wrong, but had taught us all so much. She had taught us to love and not to take life for granted. That she was strong up until the very end. I stood there beside her until she was gone, I closed those brown eyes and gave my beloved Maggie a kiss on her snout as i had done over and over again for 14 years. I told her i loved her once more, and spent my final moments with the dog that had ment so much and had taught this little girl how to become a woman. Yesterday i learned an important lesson, it is hard to let someone that you love go but, do what is best for them, think of their quality of life. I like to think she is happy now watching over me as i had once done for her.

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