Farewell, Maggie Mae

20710381-070A-4C46-AE45-0CD910EAB1C3My Sister lost her best friend today. A playful Rottie, Maggie Mae was Tori’s pride and joy from day one. On her last day with my Sister, Maggie enjoyed a final car ride with her nose jutting out the window, sniffing the South Carolina air. Her best friends, Anakin and Munchkin, gathered around to watch her eat a sausage biscuit, a burrito, Velveeta cheese, and ice cream. Tori sent out a few photos of Maggie’s beautiful final moments. And I was struck by one thing in particular. Not my Sister’s kindness—she’s a veterinarian and always does what’s good, right, and honorable by an animal. Not Maggie’s peaceful and happy face—she had the best life of any dog on earth. Not even the careful planning and thoughtfulness that went into every element of Tori’s hardest day on earth and Maggie’s last.

FED3432C-3A7A-4214-B477-E9F43BF89BB2What struck me most was my Mom’s leg, gently shaking as she sat on the chair behind my Sister, simply watching and being present. It was my father in fresh pressed khakis in the background, always the provider, even when everything is gone. It’s the incredible people my family is: my Mom and her earth shattering tears watching her daughter in pain; my father standing and being still when there’s no longer anything he can do to help; and Tori’s long dark beautiful hair wrapped gently around her best friend for one final hug.

96013886-04F5-455E-88AD-7AB9089A58CBWe spend our whole lives avoiding emotion and trying our damndest not to feel pain. But Gail Osterlund McMillen, James McMillen, and Tori McMillen dive right in and embrace every single second of hell because that’s what love is. And I’m so proud to be able to call these people my family.

Tito, our hearts are breaking for you a million miles away. But I can’t wait to come home, open a bottle of Nero, and raise a glass to Maggie Mae: the luckiest dog to ever live, and the Girl Who Was Chosen to Love Her.

36A1CB57-82AA-42D4-8C4B-20BD5B3F7FAC

One comment

  1. I have 2 memories that stick out in my mind when thinking of Maggie. The 1st time I met her was at Christmas at Tia’s and all I remember is thinking that’s a BIG dog !!! and Trenton and Maggie laying in dog beds by the fireplace at your parents house this past Christmas. Just 2 best friends hanging out. Such a good dog.

    Like

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s