Maggie’s Gift
Monday, March 26th, 2007The inoperable big black ball took Maggie swiftly.
My beautiful girl of the rich chocolate coat and soft, tender eyes. Set free from the big black ball by Dr. Ann’s gentle hands while my husband and I cradled her in our arms.
Maggie.
She of unconditional love and no demands. No expectations.
Only love.
Loving me every damn day of her life. Regardless of my mood. Regardless of how much attention I had paid to her the day before. Or the moment before.
She forgave my bitchy moods and the times when I was too wrapped up in stuff to take her for a walk or throw her tennis ball.
She forgave and forgot at the moment of my infraction. And eagerly and willingly accepted anything I gave. No matter how small the gesture or fleeting the moment.
Always there. Living in the moment. Ready to love me. To be with me. Just be. For no other reason than the sheer joy of being.
Unconditional love. Simple joy. Life for life’s sake. Untouched by worry or resentment or envy.
Thank you, Maggie. Thank for teaching me how to love and how to live.