My Memory of Margo

In the spring of 1994, a nurse buddy's young dog had a litter of eight puppies. She was offering them free, to any of our nurse team who wanted one. Of the eight mixed breed pups, I decided I would choose a female. Well, Margo was the only female of the eight.

She was very active, actually hyperactive and very 'scattered' in her behavior. I became wary of my choice and thought we might fare better with a calm male pup.

Well. my nurse friend Kristi reassured me, 'Pier, you should stick with your original decision'. I did!!

My husband named 'Margo' from a race horse flyer brochure. She was an extremely athletic dog, and had an unusual amount of energy. Margo was a mixed Lab/possibly with some Pointer. I don't know.

But she had the most unusual behavior. I could go on forever to describe all of her antics and behaviors that brought forth behavioral classes, at my home and in a group. She could surely frustrate the trainers (smile).

Over the years, Margo calmed with age, and became my sweetest companion. She had a wonderfully soothing eye contact, and could glare at me, as if looking into my soul. Many trainers and vets. considered that a positive.

My husband and I made the decision to euthanize her last Thursday, as she was in severe respiratory distress. I will never forget the eye contact between us, before I left her at the vets. I had taken her in early, because I was concerned about her breathing. When I left, she apparently panicked, and became agitated. The staff could not keep her on O2, and they were afraid to sedate her, which might further limit her breathing.

I miss her terribly. I always worried about her and was a little overprotective of her, and during her last days, she followed me everywhere. I even had to wear earplugs to sleep, as she snored so loudly!

Since we have owned Margo, we have added two more dogs to our family. They are truly special, as well.

I will never own another dog as wonderfully stubborn as Margo, and I know no other pet will love me and be as devoted, as she.
Thank you for the opportunity to tell my story. and please wish me well. The lost is almost unbearable.