My thankfulness continues into the new year.
We have a “mostly” golden retriever named Maggie. She is a “rescue dog” that came to be with us eight years ago, when she was 5, soon after our dog of eleven years had passed away. We weren’t going to get another dog so soon, so we thought, but God had other plans. So Maggie changed her name from “Goldie Fern” (thank goodness!) and became a part of our lives.
She was extremely timid and scared when we got her, and my husband Wayne was very patient with her curious ways. Consequently she is totally devoted to him. And now that I am retired and spend more time with her, she not only tolerates me as before, but I am convinced that she loves me, too. She has come so far, but still displays those nervous tendencies around others: still, Maggie is a perfect companion for my husband and me. Her world has been rocked a bit by our granddaughter’s arrival and her weekly visits, but she tolerates it all very well. At 13, her arthritis makes it harder for her to get around. Her hearing has lessened, but that seems to make her life a bit calmer, as she doesn’t bark at every unexpected noise because she doesn’t hear them. There could never be a more faithful pet friend, and we love her dearly. The faithfulness and love that shine through those sweet brown eyes mean the world to me.
I am so thankful.