Meggy
Thank you Mr. Levin for giving us the opportunity to tell others about our beloved furbabies. I am so sorry for your loss.
My sweet little Meggie became very ill on September 23 with congestive heart failure. I held her and whispered to her how much I loved her as she went to sleep. Meggie was almost 13 and she was my constant companion. I’m visually impaired and although Meg, a little pek-a-poo, was not a Seeing Eye Dog, she knew to walk me around small obstacles and to the curb cutouts. She knew when I was feeling bad or when I was sad. Meggie knew just what to do to help out her mom. It was the most difficult decision I’ve ever made to let her go. I still look for her in every room. I still catch myself just before I call her name to see if she wants to go ‘walky’. I miss seeing her on her sheepskin throw in front of the storm door watching the neighborhood. That was her favorite spot and I would open the front door to let her look out the storm door even in the winter. Waking up is so hard because I don’t have Meg to walk and then to fix her breakfast. Going to bed is just as hard, because taking Meg out was the last thing I did before getting in the bed. Meggie left me on September 29. When her little ashes come home I hope I will feel better. Meg needs to be home so I can say good morning and good night to her.
Sherry from KY