Maggie was already a middle-aged dog at about seven years when we adopted her. There were signs that somewhere in her past she had lived with people, but she had been living wild on the Blackfoot Reservation around Browning. In our early hikes she would demonstrate for us how adept she was at catching and eating field mice. She ended up having a long life, passing a few months shy of her 9th anniversary as a member of the Wright household. It pleased me to know that she had ended up living the bulk of her life in a household that loved her with
great affection. She was one of the most gentle souls I’ve ever encountered and fit in well in a house with three cats. She was particularly loving toward young dogs and puppies that she met. In her past she must have had a special friendship with a golden retriever as she always responded with enthusiasm when meeting “goldens” on our walks and hikes. She was particularly attached to me and was an even closer companion to me than my wife. Needless to say, a powerful love grew between us, and her passing left a big hole in my life.
