#ThrowbackThursday: Remember Denver the Guilty Dog?

OMG….crying (happy tears) to see this dog again…..we had to put down our own nearly twin of Denver, a rescue Blonde, pink-nosed, chubby, Lab, Maggie, in Oct., 2020 due to cancer. She was a “Mother Earth” nurturer, mothering litters of rescue kittens.

She would have totally eaten cat treats, and did on occasion. We ignored this/didn’t care. She was a discarded breeder Lab. She could do “whatever” and it was ‘ok.’ Loved her and her love of us and her “mothered babies” of any species & others so much that nothing else mattered…We had her 8 of her 12 years, and wish we’d had all 12……or more… We are presently “dogless” & have to “find” a dog who loves our cats and us with the same acceptability/if not same intensity.

To all of you who related to my remembrance of my Maggie May, our Mother Earth Blonde Lab Retriever whom we lost recently… so many thanks for sharing your memories of your beloved pets……who were more than “just” cats & dogs in your everyday household….but the ones who greeted you everyday like you were the best thing since sliced bread was invented …who loved you dearly all over you when you came back home from a 10 minute trip or a 10-day trip, no difference…& whom shared your quiet, loving hours at home, a barrier to whatever craziness was going out there in the “real world.” This is why, even after the heartache of losing a beloved pet/family member, I still go back for more—but never without a constant remembrance of those whom went before. They are always in my heart…&, yes, there are sometimes when I almost see them “there” again out of the corner of my eye….or “see” them in a familiar place , or sometimes feel like I’ve gotten a “secret” unexpected “message” from one of them…LIKE—-my husband on a solo walk in the dark one night saw something gleam in the dirt in our unpaved rural street berm…& bent down to pick it up, & it was the dog tag of one of our sweet dogs whom we lost some time ago. She was a large breed/mix age 14, & all of her body systems were in GREAT shape….but she had spinal stenosis & could no longer walk. It was so hard to let her go. We don’t know how or when she lost her tag….but there it was, years after her passing, shining in the night, in the dirt for my husband to see and find…..We knew she was still with us at that moment & had said “hello again” to us.