Thirteen years ago, Hadley turned on her cute little blonde girl charm convinced my dad that we NEEDED a dog in the house–specifically, a West Highland White Terrier. It was not long after that Muffy Mae McTavish joined our family. She was a tiny little thing, but our blue heeler, Maggie, and Schnauzer-Cocker Spaniel, Macintosh, quickly grew to love her–and she won all our hearts. Hadley was in second grade and I was in seventh. Life is pretty simple up to those ages, so you could easily say Muff’s always been there for us.
Muff’s first Christmas, Hadley received a couple of B*Witched albums. I still remember, like it was yesterday, us tying Muff’s big ears back and dancing around my room singing “Red Indian Girl.”
Muff would steal our Chapstick, take it under the bed, unscrew it and eat it. She’d hide away under the bed until we found her and scooted her out with yardsticks from both sides.
For Halloween, our grandmother B sewed Muffy a hot pink satin jacket–complete with white zipper–and monogrammed her name on it in white sequins.
One Christmas, Muff ate all the fake red berries off a garland, evacuating pink for days and earning the nickname Millberry from Uncle Mike.
Throughout the years, little Muffers was there through ups and downs, sickness and health. She experienced great losses (like when Mac and Maggie left this life, we left for college, divorce, hospitalizations, I left for Europe for five months and moved to California) and great joys (like when we got Bode, graduated from high school and me from college, came back from long trips and for Brandon’s and my wedding) with us.
Muffy’s favorite past-time was chasing shadows, sometimes for hours on end.
Muff didn’t like baths, but she loved going swimming and chasing Ziggy, the pool cleaner.
She would sit in our laps as we did homework, no matter the subject (though I think algebra was always her favorite), lay on my steps while I was on my computer into the wee hours of the night, and always be around if we needed to laugh or cry or anything in between.
If there was ever a stack of clothes or clean basket of laundry, Mup always found her way to the top.
Little Pook didn’t like being on her back, but she always loved a good tummy rubbin’.
She loved playing with her toys.
Our Muffers always gave the BEST hugs.
Little Muffy girl loved kissing and licking–her tongue was always busy!
We had so many good laughs with Muff, like when she had a frog caught in her fur and jumped on the bed. When you talked to Muff, she would lay her ears down. Somehow, her tail got a little crook in the end of it. We’re not sure how it happened, but it gave it personality. She received a strand of pearls one Christmas and was always on her best behavior while wearing them.
Muff and Bo were the bestest of friends.
Two weeks ago yesterday, we found out that our sweet little Muff had liver cancer. The vet only expected her to live a few more hours. For ten days, mom held Muff and took great care of her while sending updates to Hadley in College Station and me in California. Muffy Mae died with Jesus on Good Friday, March 29, 2013.
~I didn’t feel like I could resume blogging without sharing this. Little Muff was really like a sister to us, so it’s been a very difficult time. (There are plenty more photos from the early years, but the negatives and hard drives are 1500 miles away.) We will always love you so much, little Muff.~