Magnolia Marie Martin
Growing up, I had the best dog any little girl could have. This is why saying goodbye to her was one of the hardest things I ever went through in my life. We had the best times together and yet today I still feel like the cause of her death. Maggie was 120 pounds of sweet and gentle Rottweiler. As a baby, she treated me as though I was one of her own little puppies. Wherever my mom took me, Maggie was not far behind. When it was time for a nap, they always took place leaned up against her side where she stayed still as a statue for the entire duration. Later into my toddler years, she was always at my side to make sure I didn’t fall as I learned how to walk. When I got into elementary school, I lacked in the friend department because of my severe ADHD, Attention Deficit Hyper Disorder. Because of my extreme craziness when I would miss my daily dosage, Maggie was my only friend since the kids at school couldn’t handle my different personality. She was the only one I could talk to and play rough with without having to worry about losing her as a friend.
As the years went on, Maggie remained my best friend and I even gained a few close friends along the way. The moment I arrived home from school, first thing I did was lay day beside her while doing my homework as I rubbed her belly in that one specific spot that made her kick every time. A few months went by and Maggie started walking funny. We took her to the vet where the doctor explained that Maggie’s hips were worn out and she was losing mobility at a fast rate and after about a month wouldn’t even be able to walk. His advice was to put her out of her pain. He explained to me a deep sleep is what she needed. I figured if that was it, then let’s get her sleeping so when she wakes up we can play some more! My mom obviously didn’t understand what I meant when I was all for putting my best friend to sleep. A week went by of me playing with her as much as possible while I wondered why...
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