Oh Little Mackers. My Little Baby. You were the apple of my eye from the moment I picked you up. There was no doubt that you would change my life. You were a quarky little guy, a people person, fun loving and care free.
We got Little Mac in 2005. He was so tiny and sweet, and remained that way. We took him everywhere, camping, away on trips. He was only home when we were working, and sometimes I took him there. But Mac, he could be sneaky. On sunday April 13th, he got out and wandered off. My husband was home, I was on my way home from out of town. A knock at the door and my husband knew something was wrong. Mac had somehow gotten into a kennel with a large dog who was 90% wolf. Needless to say it didn’t go well. I could not get to the vet hospital fast enough.
To see you Mac in so much pain, your little 8 pound body blown up to look like you were 30 pounds…. I was terrified. You survived the first night and we thought there was hope. then the second night, looked like things were on the up and up, and at 8:30 on Tuesday morning, my world came crashing down. You were gone.
I miss you so much Mac. It is hard to not have you nipping at my heals, snuggle up to me in bed, racing through the yard and house. the Peonies will be blooming soon, and every year when they do, you will be especially remembered. We thought the Peony garden in the backyard was the perfect place for you, your favorite place. You were the greatest, and I will never forget you. I love you Mackers.