This is our precious girl, Maggie, at three months old and just
before she died at 12 years old. There was never a more precious
soul. From the moment she was born until the moment she left this
earth, she was totally convinced that everyone loved her.
If anyone had ever said "bad dog" to her, she would have looked
over her shoulder to see who we could possibly be talking about
because she knew it couldn't be her.
We loved other dogs before her and other dogs since her, but
Maggie was special. She took every step I took. If I got up from a
chair to walk to the refrigerator, she would walk with me. If I
closed the door to the refrigerator and walked to the stove, she
would walk with me. She was my girl.
So, when Maggie went into congestive heart failure, I would have
been willing to do anything to insure she had the very best care.
That led us to A&M. Her happy life was extended by over a year
thanks to the Cardiology staff's skill and commitment. Every one of
those days meant so much to my husband and me.
But as I reflect on it now, I realize that in addition to the
Pimobendan and the medical expertise, I appreciated everyone's
compassion towards me. I've spent more than one afternoon sobbing
in the halls at the Small Animal Clinic. Maggie's heart wasn't the
only one that was broken and they seemed to know how to deal with
that as well.
Thank you Sonya, Ashley, Matt, Risa, Kathy - everyone.
Linda Quick - Dallas,