Shortly after I moved to North Carolina, Matt asked me to a party he and his housemates were throwing for the amazing girlfriend (of one of them) who had to put up with them all the time. This would be one of our first times hanging out. Only problem was, Matt was a host and doing his hostly duties so I never really did get a chance to talk with him during the party. But you know who I did talk to? Matt’s sweet puppy Margot. When I first got to the party they were still putting on the finishing touches so I put my cookies on the table and met that adorable pile of love and sweetness known as Margot the dog. I didn’t know anybody but the hosts at the party and now, the dog. After giving Margot a really good rub down, from then on as I mingled that sweet pooch was always right by my side. It was almost as if Margot desired me more for a momma than Matt even desired me for a girlfriend. She knew deep within herself that with me came an extravagant number of dog beds and the end of peanut butter jars.
Yesterday we said goodbye to our sweet Margot pooch and it broke each and every one of our hearts to see her go. She was Matt’s partner in crime. Never was a lawn mowed, a Lowe’s visited or a family walk taken without Margot loyally joining us in making the rounds. Molly Corin broke Margot into babies and though Margot wasn’t quite sure we should keep the colic-ridden screamy human, she defended her and loved her fiercely as one of her own. Hazel had a sweet bond with Margot and could tell when she needed a little extra love or snuggles. Hazel has always been nervous about new or different things, but always a little less so if she was accompanied on her adventures with her brave strong dog! Nora May comes home everyday from preschool and yells, “Where’s dat sweet pooooch?” and Margot will get a four year old force of nature plop down right next to her on her bed to shoot the breeze with for a bit till naptime. She has been a big part of all of our lives and she will be sorely missed.
For me, Margot understands. When I had mono soon after Matt and I got married she would spend days in bed with me letting me know it would all be okay. When I was bedridden for the first 17 weeks of my first pregnancy she let me know she was there and that it was okay to hate life for a bit because she was going to stick right by me. She rolled with Matt and I adding screaming babies to the bunch, moving to a house with a train running behind it and now being protector and defender of our great yard.
I will miss my sweet Margot. I will miss her curling up beneath my legs to take in some super quality television. I will miss her tail wag that was too strong of a force and that would as a result move her entire body left to right when she was happy to see you. I will miss looking out at the playset with my girls playing while I make dinner and seeing her sitting tall looking to and fro defending the family she loved best. I’m going to miss all of her because she labored to love all of us. When we were sad she knew and would comfort, when we were excited she ran about and yulped with delight, when we were tired she’d make us rest and when we needed to process something hard she would take us on one more lap around the block.
Perhaps the thing that I will miss most about Margot is that in this time where I will be so sad and be grieving such an incredible loss she will not be there to let me know it will all be okay. Yesterday she took her last trip. She had a nice long ride with the windows down in her sweet old truck, pulling into Biscuitville where they gave her that dog biscuit that she knows so well. Rest in peace sweet Margot you have made the past 14 years better than I could’ve envisioned. May the streets be paved with peanut butter and squirrels that are easy to catch.