As many of you know, we have been caring for my late mother's dog, Maggie. A Miniature American Whosit Hound (aka don't really know - maybe a Maltese - Yorkie cross). Maggie crossed over the Rainbow Bridge yesterday at the ripe (really ripe) old age of 23. At least that is 23 years that I can account for. When she came to live with us about a year before my mom passed, we didn't think she was going to live another year, and here it is 7 years later. She was a hoot and a pain in the you-know-what all at the same time. Maggie will be missed, but I am sure she is sitting on my mom's lap right about now.
