Music fills our lives. Whether it is heard with our ears or felt through vibrations, music is a universal language; a language that transcends all borders, all time. And yet our response to that music remains a very individual thing. Each time the music plays, it too is an individual, unique expression of those notes.
And when the music stops and there is silence, sometimes our breath is taken away, our heart seems to stop. The silence fills each corner of our being, each corner of our lives.
The wonderful thing about music is that it often returns to us when we are able to open our ears and our hearts. We hear a few notes in our mind, a few bars perhaps, a lightness of heart tugs at the corners of our darkened soul and we remember and relive all the joys of that piece of music. It never is the same music but the memory of it fills us again with joy.
And when the music stops and there is silence, sometimes our breath is taken away, our heart seems to stop. The silence fills each corner of our being, each corner of our lives.
The wonderful thing about music is that it often returns to us when we are able to open our ears and our hearts. We hear a few notes in our mind, a few bars perhaps, a lightness of heart tugs at the corners of our darkened soul and we remember and relive all the joys of that piece of music. It never is the same music but the memory of it fills us again with joy.
Maggie ( Feb 14, 2004 – June 13 2015) was such a piece of music; a beautiful, melodic, joyful piece of music that took people on a wonderful journey of laughter, joy, and tears. She has left behind a terrible silence, an echoing silence, a bone chilling silence.
Maggie was loved and adored by her family from the moment she entered their lives in a beautiful, mountain resort when we handed her leash to them in the spring of 2004. For us it was a long, sad ride home. For her family it was a long but joyful trip filled with possibilities and a new beginning.
Maggie had a wonderful life, surrounded by so much love; the centre of attention even when she seemed sure her family cats were attempting to steal that place from her.
Maggie passed away in the arms of her family, surrounded again, by their deep love and compassion. Like so many Vizslas, Maggie hid the disease that was taking over her body until she had no chance of recovery.
The diagnoses was highly aggressive osteosarcoma.
We are taken to our knees with her loss; our hearts are ripped again.
Although not planned as a memorial piece, the dulcimer that belongs to one of Maggie's owners, carries the silhouette of two family cats and 2 Vizslas, Maggie included; it has become a memorial now with the passing of all the animals on it. I feel certain the very special essence of each will find its way into the music that comes from this instrument and the fingers that stroke the strings.
In memory of the very wonderful pup, Maggie, Blackbullet St. Mag of Varazs, Miss Yellow collar, we will hear the music of your being again, as we remember you.
Maggie was loved and adored by her family from the moment she entered their lives in a beautiful, mountain resort when we handed her leash to them in the spring of 2004. For us it was a long, sad ride home. For her family it was a long but joyful trip filled with possibilities and a new beginning.
Maggie had a wonderful life, surrounded by so much love; the centre of attention even when she seemed sure her family cats were attempting to steal that place from her.
Maggie passed away in the arms of her family, surrounded again, by their deep love and compassion. Like so many Vizslas, Maggie hid the disease that was taking over her body until she had no chance of recovery.
The diagnoses was highly aggressive osteosarcoma.
We are taken to our knees with her loss; our hearts are ripped again.
Although not planned as a memorial piece, the dulcimer that belongs to one of Maggie's owners, carries the silhouette of two family cats and 2 Vizslas, Maggie included; it has become a memorial now with the passing of all the animals on it. I feel certain the very special essence of each will find its way into the music that comes from this instrument and the fingers that stroke the strings.
In memory of the very wonderful pup, Maggie, Blackbullet St. Mag of Varazs, Miss Yellow collar, we will hear the music of your being again, as we remember you.
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