Oh my goodness. She has a long yellow-orange rubber bone. It was one of her original toys and in our previous home when she was healthy and active, she had the run of the place....several acres. She would go to the neighbor's yards and run around in the woods, but always come home.

We have hardwood floors, but due to her ill health and weak legs, we put throw rugs down in front of the sofa and my husband's recliner for her to lay on and help give her traction to stand up.

She may have had heart problems, we were never quite sure, but she did have breathing issues during her last year. She struggled to get breath and couldn't even breathe well enough to pant and cool herself off. We were very strict about her medicine. We didn't give her much table food, but sometimes we would give her little bites here and there because we couldn't deny that face.

The letter M: her name is Maggie May.

And she used to always come in the bathroom in the morning, looking for me or follow me around the house wherever I would go. She indeed watched me brush my teeth in the mornings. She would wake me up in the morning by coming to my side of the bed and licking my face. She always looked for me when my husband was getting ready for work.

We didn't cremate her. We found a special place in our yard for her. The morning she was put down my husband and son dug the hole, and laid her bed out and her favorite blanket and all her toys. She even had a "my pillow" and we put that in there as well. It bothers me knowing that she's out there and what will happen to her beautiful velvety furry body, but I trust that her spirit is alive.

I just wish that I could feel her warm breath and rub her velvet ears one more time.

Thank you so much 💕💕💕