It would be hard to find a better dog than our little Maggie

Our family drove to Broken Arrow about 15 years ago in search of a Boston terrier puppy. We stopped at a modest house where it was obvious that the owner’s primary concern was getting cash for one of his puppies.

He kept the momma dog in a small fenced area in his backyard, which is surprising because Boston terriers are house dogs and are sensitive to extremes of weather.

We picked out a puppy and named her Maggie. Sadly, Maggie’s health deteriorated over the past few weeks and we were forced to put her to sleep. It was a mournful trip to the vet but we had the understanding that she was suffering and there really wasn’t much else to do to get her relief.

I know a bunch of people reading this have similar stories.

We lost our first Boston terrier, Annie, to kidney disease when she was only three years old. Her kidneys failed on New Year’s Eve and we had to take her in. Maggie passed on Ground Hog’s Day this month.

Maggie was a hit right from the very start. Boston terriers are tremendously cute when they are puppies and she was no exception. They love people, they don’t eat much, don’t poop much, don’t bark much and are fiercely loyal. Maggie’s only character flaw was that she chewed on everything for the first year. But she grew out of that.

Everyone who visited our home instantly took a liking to Maggie. She genuinely loved people. Our kids were young when we got Maggie and now they are grown. Whenever one of them returned, Maggie would be beside herself when she realized one of her young companions had returned home.

Maggie was so very loyal. She was a little mama dog to our family.

Maggie loved to walk through our neighborhood. She loved it so much, that she would go crazy if I even said the word “walk.” So, I would have to spell  “walk” instead of saying it so I could get her ready.

And people in our neighborhood adored Maggie. Cars would stop and ask how she is doing. Old folks would ask to pet her. Little kids wanted to touch her (she would never, ever bite anyone).

Maggie did not do well around other dogs, though. We have some wonderful neighbors who also have Boston terriers but Maggie would become very aggressive when any other dog approached.

For many years, Maggie was so full of energy. I nicknamed her “rocket dog” because she would race around our living room or backyard at breakneck speed. It was remarkable and fun to watch.

We may have spoiled her a bit. At times, when we went out of town, we boarded her at the 15th Street Veterinary Group (6231 E. 15th). But Maggie couldn’t stand being in a cage and she couldn’t stand being near other dogs. When we picked her up, she was exhausted from lack of sleep and shedding like mad.

By the way, Dr. Eddie Wagner recently retired from 15th Street Veterinary Group. We grew up together in the same neighborhood and went to school at Burbank Elementary, Bell Junior High and Hale High School. He took care of Maggie for us for many years and the folks who are still there we very gracious to our family.

Since boarding was so hard on Maggie, we had to ask friends to house sit and dog sit for us. Bill and Cathy Bickerstaff were wonderful in that regard. Our nephew Ben Biggs and our son-in-law, Josh Berg, were a big help in watching Maggie for us.

We took Maggie to Florida (by car) twice and it was an adventure. She was extremely nervous at first but then she settled down fairly well.

In late December, as Maggie’s health declined, we took our family to Branson for four nights and we took Maggie along. She did fairly well. It was nice that our kids could spend some extended time with Maggie as we all took her for walks.

There’s an old hymn with lyrics that read, “This world is not my home, I’m just a passin’ through. My treasures are laid up, somewhere beyond the blue. The angels beckon me from Heaven’s open door. And I can’t feel at home in this world any more.”

God blessed us to have such a wonderful dog for so many years. It was very sad to lose her but death is part of life and we knew some day would be her last.

Will we get another dog? I don’t know. After we lost Annie, we got Maggie pretty soon after that.

I love dogs but they do take a lot of attention. We won’t get another dog anytime soon but down the road, I think it might happen.

It will be hard to do better than a dog like good old Maggie.