Our Lady Thatcher

My sister Jessie, Me and Maggie June 1990. More photos here.

I remember the way she smelled
When we first brought her home.
She smelled like a dog,
But it was a good smell.
It was that distinct puppy smell.

She had this run that we called
a "Maggie run." What made her do it?
Who knows...but I think she can finally do them again.
I think she was ready to do them again.

She didn't bark, she didn't bite.
She only loved us.
And everyone who knew her loved her too.
"Can I just have a dog like Maggie?"
people would ask.

She will always be remembered.
She will always be loved.
She will always live within us.
And, when it is our time,
She will come when we call.

Maggie
April 17, 1990 to August 4, 2003

Happily doing Maggie runs in heaven.