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Goodbye, My Sweet Little Girl

  • Posted on November 9, 2009 at 12:12 am

Phoebe Leigh Magee
(July 4, 1998 – August 17, 2009)

(Photo taken by Barbara days before Phoebe died.)

I’ve been avoiding writing this post for over two and a half months. I thought that it was because I didn’t have to time to devote to it, but it turns out that it’s really because my heart still aches and the wound is still semi-fresh. It took me several days of having this post open to be able to type without crying. Even now, there are tears in my eyes.

I’m not even sure what to say. Anyone who knows me knows that Phoebe was my little baby girl. Aside from Terry, she was my best friend and the love of my life. She was a wonderful dog who was incredibly smart and well-behaved. We were truly spoiled by her and privileged to have her in our lives.

Phoebe had a heart murmur that was diagnosed when she was a couple of years old. Through the years, the murmur got worse and worse and then, in November of 2007, she had been coughing a lot and when we took her to the vet, we were told that she was in congestive heart failure. She was put on two medications, but was incredibly good about taking her pills. We would wrap them in a little bit of cheese and she would gulp them right down. As time went on, the dosage of her meds were increased in an attempt to reduce the fluid around her heart. In the end, she had lost a lot of muscle mass and, despite eating normally, she had lost weight.

We didn’t think that she was going to see her 10th birthday, much less her 11th, and yet, it still seems like she left us too soon. Pomeranians can live up to 16 years old, but we weren’t lucky enough to see Phoebe get nearly that far. I can attempt to soothe my soul by saying that we took really good care of her (which we did) and that we made a kind and loving decision for her, but it truly doesn’t make it any easier. That day, hands down, was the worst day of my life to date. One that I don’t look forward to repeating. And yet, life goes on.

Thank you to all of you who have provided your support through the tough weeks following Phoebe’s death. All I would like to do now is share some of my favorite photos of my dearest one.

Phoebe at 3-4 Months Old:

5 Months Old:

8 Months Old:

Christmas 1999:


New Year’s Eve 2002:







Rest in peace, sweet one. You will always be loved and missed terribly.

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