January 24th, 2012

Goodbye Meg

My phone rang while I was at coffee.  I stepped outside to take the call.  It was Robin.  She told me that Meg had found a way through the fence of the yard she was exercising in, and had gotten hit by a car.  Animal Control found her and took her to the U of I; they tracked Robin down and she got there, but Meg's injuries were too bad to save her, and Robin didn't have my number at the time.  By the time she could tell me, Meg was dead.

For those who came in late, Meg was my 80 lb. malamute, who hasn't lived with me for several years because of stuff I don't want to talk about in a public post.  Because Robin lives in Champaign, I could visit her and the other malamutes once a week.  Right now, of course, I'm regretting how little time I spent with her recently, like it always is when someone you love dies unexpectedly.  I'm not sure if I even have any pictures of her.