Maggie (In Loving Memory)

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Home:Pittsburgh, PA  [I have a diary!]  
Sex: Female   Weight: 7 lbs.

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Maggie, Maggers, MooGoo

Kitty Complexion:
sleepyvery active
not curiousvery curious
not vocalvery vocal

Rainbow Bridge
Quick Bio:
-cat rescue

July 15th 1991


Sleeping :)

Bo Peep, the newest addition to the family

Favorite Toy:
Raffia on a string

Favorite Nap Spot:
On the couch in the computer room

Favorite Food:

She can make anyone's bad day into a good one :)


Arrival Story:
Maggie was adopted from a local shelter in 1991. She's now the queen of the house and loves it... although Bo is testing her patience these days! :D

UPDATE: Dear Maggie passed on July 28,th 2008. She was a wonderful long time companion who could put anyone to sleep just by her cuddling on you. So many wonderful memories of this sweet soul with always keep her alive in our hearts. Sleep well, MooGoo. Have great fun seeing your old pal Bernie once more... and please make sure BoBo isn't getting into any trouble. We love you, Barnaby, Willow and your Daddies

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07/15/91 - 07/28/08

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Vandal is gone to the bridge :(

Photobucket Many thanks to our dear friends,Wally Wallingford Always Loved, Alfie, Nikki Forever Loved, Angel Wally and family for the beautiful memorial to Maggie


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Maggie Memories

Bridge Day

July 28th 2009 7:38 am
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It's bright and sunny here today... just like it was a year ago.

Maggie had become ill a few days before. She stopped eating and was barely drinking and we had pretty much known that it was renal failure.

Although Maggie had stopped going to the vets when they diagnosed her with Lymphoma (which she ended up not having), we knew the last few years that she had some type of renal problems because of her water intake and outtake. We supplemented as much water as possible and changed her diet and it did help for quite a while.

Since we had vowed that Maggie would never go to the vet again until it was time for her to cross, when she became sick those last couple of days... we had hoped that she would cross in her sleep at home. The second day, we decided that if she made it though to the third day, we would take her in.

That morning, she was very weak and we knew it was time. I called the vet and explained and made an appointment a couple of hours later. Maggie's last hours at home were quite comfortable. She drank a bit from a dropper, and we layed up on the bed together in the sun. Maggie was a SUN worshipper! She loved to lay anywhere in the house where the sun was.

As we laid there, I petted her gently and she purred quietly and I could tell she was enjoying the warmth. I talked to her, shared some wonderful memories and told her that she was going to see her sister Bernie.

I wrapped her up in her favorite blanket and off we went to see Dr. Oster.

What a different experience this was compared to the crossings of Bernie and Bo Peep, who were both at an emergency hospital when it happened.

I must say that day, I became quite fond of Dr. Oster. She made Maggie's crossing a loving, peaceful and compassionate event. I did not sit down to wait to be called. I was ushered into an exam room immediately. No assistant came in.. just Dr. Oster. Now, we had not know her that long, having only met her about a week before with ^Willow^'s first exam.

Dr. Oster was compassionate, calm and VERY understanding. She gave Maggie a quick exam and came to the same conclusion... that she was in her last stage of Renal Failure and that it was time to let her cross. I can't begin to even explain what happened after that. Dr. Oster spent time petting Maggie, talking to her, talking about how much she was and is loved, telling her about the wonderful place the Rainbow Bridge was, and that she would be free of all her pains. It was so sad, yet so beautiful.

Maggie was given a tranquilizer and Dr. Oster left the room for a few minutes for Maggie and I to spend some time together. I quietly petted her as she drifted off... she knew I was petting her because her breathing increased every time I did.

Dr. Oster came back in and gave her the last shot and we both rubbed her as she crossed.

Were there tears? Of course. Maggie had been with me for 17 years and it was extremely hard to let her go. In the back of my mind, I guess I always thought that she would be here forever.

The day Maggie crossed was such a sad day.... yet such a beautiful one because I knew that she would once again see her buddy Bernie and would no longer have the body of a 17 year old.

We miss you every day, Maggers! Especially today.


Happy Birthday, Dear Maggie

July 15th 2009 10:08 am
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18 years ago today, you entered the world...

You were the ultimate cuddler, Ms. Maggie! You loved to climb up on your dads and just fall asleep (which usually meant whoever you were lying on fell asleep too!).

There are many many fond memories of you and your sister Bernie. How you both would wait in the big front window for me to come home. I'd always look up from the parking lot and see the two of you.. one on each side of the window looking at me. It always made me smile.

Then, when we moved into the house, you were always at the living room window (even after Bernie passed)... looking in the driveway for me to pull in from work. As soon as the front door opened, you were always there greeting me.

It was a wonderful 17 years and we all miss you terribly.

Happy Birthday, dear sweet MooGoo!

All our love,
Your Dads and the gang

PS- Last weekend, we cleaned out the garage and found a box filled with pictures of you and Bernie! Some were from when you two were first adopted. I always felt bad that we didn't have a lot of pictures of Bernie (you two were around before the digital camera age) and none of you in your younger years! Well, in the coming weeks, we're going to expand on Bernie's page and yours and show everyone just how adorable you two were in the early days!


Maggie sick? It's can't be!

August 18th 2008 10:38 am
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The first few months with Maggie and Bernie were some of the best times ever! They were so playful together and constantly cuddled with each other. Never before had I seen two cats (let alone females!) act like true friends.

Bernie and Maggie did everything vet-wise together (So that college student daddy could get a multiple cat discount!). I remember taking two carriers to the vet the day they were spayed. That was back in the time when they stayed overnight. I made sure to ask the vet to put them in the same cage together because they hadn't been apart at all since Maggie joined the family.

The both healed wonderfully and received all their last shots.

A month or two after that, I had a friend over who was petting Maggie and brought a lump on her neck to my attention. It was about the size of a chickpea. I was instantly panicked and called the vet for an appointment.

After the vet examined her, he told me that it might be a swollen lymph node and he wanted to aspirate it to have the contents examined.

A few days later he called to say that the results didn't look too good... it showed possible lymphoma. I was devastated. The vet then wanted to remove the node to have it examined further.

Another night at the vets while Maggie had her surgery. She came home the next day with a shaved neck and a decent sized incision. I anxiously awaited the results.

It was the same bad news. The vet said that she had lymphoma and we needed to decide what course of action to take... chemo, whatever.

I took Maggie home and cried for what seemed days, while I tried to decide what to do. Deep in the back of my mind, for some reason, I kept thinking to myself, "She doesn't have cancer.. she just can't".

After a few days, I decided I wasn't going to do anything about it. I would wait to see how she did on her own. She was such a small kitty and I couldn't see her going thru all of this.

I vowed to Maggie as long as she seemed to be ok, that I would never take her to a vet again. (Ok, I was young.. LOL) And... that's what I did. Maggie never went to the vet again until three weeks ago when it was her time to cross.

Obviously, living for 17 years with not one problem meant that she didn't have Lymphoma. As I researched on the net a few years ago, I found that the Feline Leukemia/Aids vaccinations caused a lot of false positives with Leukemia and other things.

What a great 17 years it was too. :)

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