Early this morning, before dawn, our sweet bulldog Maybull passed away. She would have been 14-years old in 12 days. She was the best bulldog ever.
She was treated for congestive heart failure for the last six months, but seemed to be hanging on, enjoying special snacks and skritches.
Every night, before I went to bed, I would lie down beside her for a cuddle and I would tell her, “Maybull, I love you so much. I love you more than you could possibly imagine. Dogs are the best creatures in the world, bulldogs are the best dogs and you are the best bulldog.” Then, I’d ask her to stay with us just a little longer. Last night was the last time. I guess she couldn’t hold on any more.
Lately, she’d wake me up – sometimes she’d wake David up – at about 6:00 am, using her psychic bulldog powers, needing to go out. This morning, she woke me up again I thought, but by the time I got downstairs, she was already gone. She had been sleeping in one of her favorite spots and passed peacefully. Her love-filled heart finally gave out.
I woke David and we sat with her for a while. Then, we wrapped her in a sheet and later this morning, took her to the vet for cremation. There was one final goodbye.
When she was young, she’d walk the 2.5 miles around our neighborhood lake. She didn’t chew shoes or eat furniture. We kept the gate to our yard open, knowing she wouldn’t wander. She never wanted to get too far from either of us.
We look around and expect to see her right there, but there’s no Maybull. We miss her so much. She was the best girl in the world.