The Legend of Maggie Mae

Our precious angel~~April 1, 1995-March 16, 2011

On my fortieth birthday,

Pa brought me a big surprise.

She had shiny black hair

With two enormous black eyes.

We named our Yorkie, Maggie,

and took her everywhere.

Adorable and loving,

She looked like a tiny bear.

Early each spring, busloads of children

would come from Gransie's school, of course.

They'd see the goats, the chickens,

and gather the eggs,

tour the gardens and ride the old horse.

We sang around a little fire roasting marshmellows

but the highlight of the day

Was when Puddin' the Wonder Dog

and her sidekick, Maggie, would do tricks

and come over to play.

One day, old Puddin' up and died

And Maggie was at her wits end.

I don't think she ever got over that loss.

She'd roam around and look for her friend.

Several years later, a neighbor called us up

from a couple of pastures away.

He said Maggie'd shown up with her body guards

and assured us that she was okay.

Bruiser, the Rottweiler, and our old coon dog, Missy,

were there right by her side.

Treats, drinks, and rubbins' were enjoyed by all

'til the Garrett taxi arrived.

She spent years chasing rabbits through the prickly pears

with only dust clouds in her wake.

But she got very old, her eyes grew dim

It was all her tiny body could take.

You gave us years of love and joy.

Thank you, Dearest Friend!

We'll miss you everyday, Maggie,

Our love and your legend will never end.