Maggie, CGC, TDI, TDInc
The Bayou Krewe suffered the loss of its matriarch, Maggie
(Lady Margaret Thatcher),
on June 27th, 2003.
Maggie introduced me to Great Danes in 1994 and forever changed my life.
Through her work in pet therapy, she impacted many lives while she was on
but none so greatly as mine.
I always thought I had it together ... nothing could rattle my world
... until Maggie came along. She taught me just how "untogether" I
was (and still am). And she reminded me of it again when she left, as she
world one last time.
- She taught me how impatient and intolerant I am by pushing
me to the very limits of my soul.
- She taught me to laugh at myself.
- She taught me kindness and compassion,
and reaching out to people.
- She taught me unconditional love.
- She taught me to have fun.
- She taught me team work.
- She taught me to relinquish control.
- She gave me a deep appreciation for
all of God's creatures, and the fascinating world we live in.
- She introduced
me to some of my very best human friends.
- And lastly, she taught me how
much it hurts to lose a very dear friend.
My life will never again be the same, thanks to my Maggie.
Maggie had a special gift for connecting with people. She seemed always
to know who needed her attention. This was demonstrated to me very
dramatically one brisk winter day as we were on our way to a therapy
session on the
geriatric psych floor at one of the local hospitals where we were
privileged to work. Maggie always got excited when I let her out of
the car and put her bandanna on, because she knew she was going to work.
she was very spirited, and so we would always arrive early so that I could
walk her and work with
her outside before going in, to bring her excitement level down.
several trips walking up and down the levels of the parking garage,
and were on our last lap, headed to the skywalk when she suddenly
started jumping into the air and turning to go back where we came from.
control – she was determined to go in the opposite direction.
on controlling her, I missed the fact that an elderly gentleman
was some distance
behind us and walking toward us. When I finally realized that
he was there, I saw
that he was trying to get my attention. Once he had it, he
asked if he could see my dog. I said sure, and gave in to Maggie's tugs
leash. She trotted over to meet him and immediately he dropped
to his knees. Maggie
licked his face as he threw his arms around her and buried his
head in the
softness of her neck for what seemed like an eternity. Finally,
he lifted his eyes to look at me, and I saw the tears rolling gently
face. He apologized and explained that he had just come from
intensive care unit where his wife of many, many years was seriously
as he was returning to his car, and the two of them connected
on a level that
defies human explanation. I saw this connection repeated many
her career, with troubled young people and troubled elderly people alike.
I was privileged to have stewardship of Maggie for her 9 years ... and
I'll miss her for the rest of mine.
– Paula Stebbins