Maggie has been just as sad as we were to lose her best friend. Mom says that she's always had doggie generalized anxiety disorder because she is such a Nervous Nelly. So, she has taken the loss of her favorite companion harder than anybody.
We've made a concerted effort for the last month to take her on extra walks, give her extra treats, and shower her with more affection than she can handle. She is definitely an old lady, preferring to curl up on her orthopedic dog bed most of the day. She scrambles to her panic room (the spot in the corner next to Dad's night stand) when Ryan goes on a rampage or when a thunderstorm is within a 100 mile radius. But, slowly, slowly, slowly, she is adjusting. It helps that I know her favorite spot to scratch.
Now she will sit in the den with us for a little while at night, and starts the night sleeping in Mom and Dad's room. Hopefully we can still make her senior years her best years.
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