Dear Reader,
When I wrote this story I cried.. Honestly, I did. I couldn't stop crying actually. The day she died was the worst and the most saddest day of my life. It not only broke my heart, but it broke almost the entire town's. Now, Maggie was a serious nut-job, a very crazy one. But I loved her and so did everyone else. I want people to know about her. I want them to know what happened to her. Maggie changed my life. I want to share this with the world. I want to become a writer and I'd like my books and stories to be published. This is just a short version of my real book about Maggie's life. It does not include the adventures or all the other details. Dogs are amazing pets and companions. I could tell Maggie everything and it was like she was actually listening.... Maggie wasn't a dog, nor was she a pet. She was family. She was my family.
Somewhere out in West Texas is where she is buried. She's probably about two to three feet under the ground wrapped in a blanket with her favorite stuffed animal. Her funeral, only five people came along with two dogs and a few butterflies. The people were my mom, my dad, my brother, my sister, and of course me. Lucy and Lou, the dogs, watched her go. Why didn't they at least try to save her? Or did they try and they were just too late? Lou won't seem to give me the answer to this question.
Maggie, that's the name of the dog who was run over by an eighteen wheeler going 70 down a little dirt road. My dress up buddy, Maggie, my best friend, Maggie, and and was also family. Everyone loved her. How could they not?
She was born in Oklahoma and raised in West Texas. Her favorite flower was a daisy. I know that, because every time she spotted one she always sat on it or even pulled it out with her teeth.
I got her when I was about five years old. We drove to Oklahoma from the small town called Perryton, Texas to this farm with chickens, roosters, and Bulldogs. This lady who lived there in a little house on the darn showed us to the Bulldogs. There were English and American Bulldogs. My family and I wanted an English Bulldog.
We walked into this big barn where she kept all the dogs. She asked, "Which one would you like dear?"
I looked around at all the Bulldogs in the cages and shrugged. "I'm not sure," I replied.
The lady smiled and began opening each of the dog's cages.
"Oh, that's alright."
Most of the small, stalky creatures ran over to the food hastily while a few stayed behind and looked up at me. They were probably wondering who I was and which one of them was getting to leave this place. I looked back down at the short, squatting animals. Their faces looked like they had been squashed with a pan, but they were still just so adorable.
I bent down to pet them and as I did more came dashing towards me pushing me down! So, I sat down and petted all the Bulldogs that gathered around. A couple were still eating and I saw one of them that just stood out. She was sitting there looking around at all the others.
I stood up and made my way to this dog through the maze of Bulldogs. The lady looked toward me and smiled, "Oh, that's Cuddles. She's very sweet!"
I returned her a smile and sat down next to Cuddles.
My brother and sister were running around inside of the barn playing with the Bulldogs. They were only two then. My mom and dad were talking to the lady probably about Bulldogs.
I kept petting Cuddles and eventually she brightened up and started running around like a wild horse. Right then, I knew which dog I wanted, and that's the one I got.
I remember that all the dogs had names that matched their personality. Cuddles loved to cuddle and Happy seemed to be really happy while I was there.
The lady carried Cuddles into her house after I decided for sure that that was the one I wanted. We followed behind her and she took us into a small office. She handed me a squeaky toy and set Cuddles down on the ground so I could play with her.
My mom and dad paid for her while I was playing with my new puppy. After they were done with all that stuff the lady handed my dad a purple leash. My dad said, "Thank you," then we got into our car and buckled up. I couldn't wait to get home and play some more with my new puppy.
The whole way home we were discussing about what we should name her like we've always done when we get a new pet. Cuddles had white, brown, brindle, and maybe a little black hair.
When we finally got home we brought Cuddles into the house. Her name was still Cuddles but soon to be Maggie. We let her run around and explore the kitchen first.
