Maggie
Manhattan Rose
March 17, 1994-January 7, 2010
Her heart and spirit were "multum in parvo". She brought joy throughout her travels.
We were blessed that she chose us to care for her.
Maggie celebrated life and now her life is being celebrated. We speak of loss when we should speak of gain. Maggie brought joy on her terms. She felt entitled. But she deserved all that she received and even more.
Being her companion had its benefits. Places never before visited and invitations for her meant you could attend also. She helped forge new and lasting friendships. There was the gift of a renewed sense of joy and silliness. A profound sense of what is truly important in life.
Maggie's stare could get someone wearing "colors" to stop and shout, "Yo, cute dog man!" A stern Brooks Brother wearer could stop and utter, "She looks like a rump roast." But they always smiled. And those who could see beauty in a pushed in nose and wrinkled face knew Maggie was incomparable in hers.
Maggie knew she was a star. Thousands of photographs reveal one figure always posing for the camera-Maggie. Celebrities walked over to meet her. Maggie was never a diva and always a professional. She chose her friends and play things thoughtfully.
It has been no surprise as to the universal reaction-sadness. But it was coupled by the recognition of what a wonderful life she had. She slept in chateaus and campgrounds. She ate kibbles and filet mignon. She drank milk and lapped up champagne. She slept on down or sawdust. But she preferred to be carried.
It is expected that pug owners know that her spirit is ever present. The Tibetan monks understood this. Those who knew her but didn't quite understand her allure seemed genuinely saddened by the news.
Thank you for sharing your full life with us our "little, little, little one" because you made our lives that much fuller too. You are with us always.
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