On New Years Eve, we had to say goodbye to Maisie.
Maisie was my parent's golden retriever. We lost her brother, Chester, last October.
She was a sweet girl. Crazy Maisie we often called her (not Lazy Maisie as we had hoped for!)
She barked at the sky. She barked at the pine cones. She barked at the wind. She barked at the clouds.
You could hear her for miles.
She loved to go for rides. She loved to play with her ball. She loved to lay at your feet. She loved to swim in the pool with the kids. If you threw the ball into the pool, she would leap in. We used to think she could be an ESPN competition dog. She never stopped. Even in her last months when she was full of arthritis and her old age was getting to her, she still managed to get around.
She lived for 11 years. She was a good girl and she will be missed. Her hair will linger on forever in my parents house. A golden retriever is good at doing that.
Bark away Maisie Girl. I promise I won't yell at you.