I bring my hand toward Maggie's head and she lifts it to fit under my palm. I stroke her head, feel the warmth of her fur, and she is my sweet Maggie.
But she is also my connection to Millie:
|Snoozing in the afternoon sun.|
|A quiet day on a sunny winter day.|
|Millie falling asleep with her ear in her food bowl.|
|Paws draped over the edge.|
Maggie is my reminder of the two of them together:
|The silhouette of Maggie & Millie looking out at something interesting in the front field.|
|One of my favourite photos--lazy-dazy summer days.|
|On the back porch on a summer day.|
|In the kitchen on the runner that I taped to the floor so they wouldn't slip.|
|In my office.|
|Zzzzzz . . . .|
|Millie nuzzled in to Maggie's paws. She was a nuzzler.|
|In the living room, paws together . . .|
Maggie and Millie brought me back to Barkley and Remi:
|Barkley & Remi's paws on the same retro-inspired carpet.|
|Barkley & Remi ready to come in after eating snow. :-)|
|Inside, all cozy by the fire.|
|Back yard at the Bay House. This is just an ordinary summer day, a snapshot of nothing in particular. They're not being funny or doing anything spectacular. Just hanging out in the yard. :-)|
|Together at the River House labyrinth.|
Maggie's nature reminds me so much of Barkley:
|She was such a cheerful girl.|
|She was always by my side & followed me around, just like Maggie does.|
|Trotting down the pier to come join me. :-)|
|Barkley in the River House labyrinth, a few months before her death.|
Feeling the warmth of Maggie's head under my hand, reminds me of Remi:
|My gentle giant.|
|He weighed 145 lbs.|
|Remi was like Millie. He liked to sun himself on the porch in the winter.|
|He was not a fan of the camera; he didn't like the sound if it when it turned on.|
Looking at the back of Maggie's head . . .
. . . reminds me of Millie, looking out her window at the River House:
|Do you see what she's looking at? See the turkey to the right of her head?|
It also reminds me of Remi's silhouette:
|Sunrise at the Bay House; a familiar sight. Barkley went out & right back in again. Remi would walk around the perimeter of the yard & then go to the door and then sit at the window to let me know he wanted in.|
|Remi on another day. The sunrises were always beautiful, but I don't remember them without also remembering Barkley and Remi at my feet, while I was having my morning chai.|
I never got to know Maggie or Millie in their youth. I missed their puppyhood and got them as old ladies. But I imagine what they must have been like; like all puppies that are exuberant and joyful and waggy.
I bring my hand to Maggie's head and I touch every dog I have ever loved.
Maggie is my connection to Millie and Barkley and Remi. She is my connection to unconditional love that only a dog lover knows. She is the softness, the gentleness, the playfulness. She is my waggy Miss Maggie, forever in my heart.