The Pig by Lisa

I grew up with “the Pig” Her real name was Maggie Mae. She was my best and dearest friend and I miss her more than words can express. She was never heroic she never saved a life but I cannot tell you the ways she touched mine. She was a big girl with an even bigger heart. Everyone who knew her loved her and those who did not would have. She loved to go for walks in the woods at our camp in P.A. dog biscuits and rawhide bones. I was a senior in High school the day we had her put to sleep. I went there with a friend. She was lying patiently on the vets table. I truly believe she knew what was coming. She showed no fear what so ever. I think she was at peace with leaving. She knew she had enjoyed a long healthy life and that where she was going it would be peaceful. She looked up into my eyes at the last minute and almost seemed to smile. I was already crying. My tears fell into her short white fur and I held onto her as tight as I could. I whispered into her silky spotted ears. I told her I loved her I told her I would always remember her and I told her one day we would meet again. I felt her take her last breath and my tears turned into sobs. I shut her big brown eyes and kissed her nose. I stood there with her for a long time. Just her and me. I cried I remembered and at last I felt her peace. She was gone but she filled my heart with all the great memories we shared. She lives on in my heart. See you at the rainbow bridge Mags!!!

Lisa