Marge

This past Friday we had to say good-bye to our beloved dog Marge. A couple of weeks ago, she was diagnosed with a heart condition. She was an older dog, we don't exactly know how old, because she was a rescued dog that had once been astray. Last Tuesday we applied an inexpensive over the counter flea and tick medication on her. This medication gave her a great deal of discomfort and stress, which we think worsened her condition.

Marge came to live with us about 7 years ago. A friend of my daughter’s found her on the streets of Rockaway, Queens. She was frail, skin and bones; they took her in, fed her and sheltered her. The next day she disappeared from his fenced in backyard, they were both very upset, they were not sure if some one had taken her or some how she had managed to escape.

They looked and looked for her with no luck in finding her. The following weekend they decided to look in the surrounding animal shelters. They found her!
This time, my daughter decided that the best place for Marge was at our home in the country. I was not to pleased; I really did not want to have another dog after our last one. I liked the freedom and did not want the commitment and responsibilities associated with owning a dog.
Well, we agreed to give Marge a chance. It didn't take long for me to fall in love with her. She was the sweetest thing.
Marge was a true lady, she was very smart and loving, her aim was to please, and she did. I'll never forget how much she used to hate getting her paws wet and how much she loved clean bed covers on her doggy bed.
She was part of the pack, always wanted to be with us, even at dinner time, she would not eat till we sat down to eat.
She loved belly rubs and carrots for treats, and sitting outside when it was a beautiful sunny day.
We took her with us on trips, whenever we could, we loved her company and she was a good traveler.
We knew our time with her would soon come to and end because of her age. She was losing her hearing and sleeping a great deal. You think you're prepared but when it really happens you realize you were not.
The last three days of her life were not very pleasant for her nor for us, and so, we said our good-byes on Friday morning.
Over the weekend my daughter rescued Marge one last time, she decided that she did not want her in a communal burial, as we had decided on Friday. She now rests in peace not far from home.


I always thought she should have been named Lucky, because she was the luckiest dog I've ever met. We will never know what her story and her life was before she became our pet, we always wondered, but at the same time we were so glad and so fortunate to have her in our lives.

"We love you Marge and we will never forget you".

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