A Tribute to Maggie

For those of you who don't know, we had a dog named Maggie. We adopted her from the animal shelter about 2 years ago. Dougle and I, knowing very little about dog breeds, thought she was pretty, but also thought she was probably just a mut. After we took her to the vet, we found out she was a German Short-haired Pointer. Cool.
Maggie was a great dog. Her name was actually Veronica, but we changed that. It didn't sound very doggish, and it didn't have many cool nicknames. Maggie, however, had lots. We called her Magdelaina, Maggs, Deli, Maggifer, and Deliana. (I am all about nicknames...except with my son. Cain typically doesn't bring to mind an image of a sweet little boy.) Anyway, Maggie was a wonderful dog. She was house trained from the time we brought her home. At the animal shelter, they told us that she was an escape artist. However, Maggie never tried to run away from our home. In fact, once when the door to our backyard was left open, we came back to find her standing in the driveway, waiting for us to come home.
Maggie was the perfect dog for Dougle and I because she was pretty low maintenance and not very demanding. She loved going on walks and running around the park when we lived in town. Once we moved out in the country, she would spend lots of time chasing rabbits and roaming around the open fields.
Maggie had several friends. Since moving in with my parents, Maggie had an adopted kitty sister, Zoey. Zoey was very un-impressed when Maggie came to live at her house, but they grew close. Maggie loved to chew on Zoey whenever she could; Zoey would lay down and take what she could handle and then stick out her claws to signal when chew-time was over. Maggie and our neighbor's Rhodesian Ridgeback were also friends. They loved to chase each other and rough-house together.
It took Canaan several months until he started noticing Maggie. When he did, he would just watch her as she walked through the room. Maggie wasn't too sure about Canaan when he first came home; she wasn't getting much attention at first, until Dougle and I realized we needed to do better at playing with our puppy too! When Canaan was first born, Maggie would run into his room or stand outside his door and whine when he would cry. She also liked to lick his face, or hands, or bottom. :) Recently, Canaan was very taken with Maggie. Whenever she would walk into the room, his eyes would light up and he would get a big grin on his face. I think 'dog' would have been his next word had she lived longer.
On Friday, August 10th, Maggie was run over. Some guys driving by saw her lying in the road and stopped. They brought her collar to us, saying they didn't know who hit her, but that they found her dead. It looked as if she was hit fairly hard and probably died instantly. Dougle and my dad buried her at the back of my parent's property. We were all pretty depressed over Maggie's death for a few days. Now, over a week later, Dougle and I will catch ourselves wondering where our dog is or making comments about our dog as if she were still around. Maggie was a great dog. We will miss her.