Good Times

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Unforgettable guys night
(story available upon request)

Maggie the Wonderdog, RIP

Last Friday, we had to put Maggie, our eight-year-old boxer to sleep. Our girls wanted to invite over the neighbors for a memorial service, so we had everyone over for dinner and then gathered in the living room. Of course, Maggie wasn't going to the vet until the next day, so she was there to hear her own eulogy spoken by Eliza and her friends: "Maggie was a good dog...sob...she played with me...sniff...she liked to go fetch her bone...sob...she smelled kind of funny, but she was really a good dog." It was more emotional than I thought it would be, to here the earnest praises of a bunch of four, five and six year olds. It got me thinking that maybe we do it all wrong; what would it be like if we could hear what is said at our own funerals?

Rest in peace, Maggie (1998-2007).