Maple joined our family when she was just a puppy. 8 weeks old. My husband walked up to her while she was sleeping in a plastic kiddie pool with about 5 or 6 other puppies trampling all over her. He carefully picked her up and sat her down on the floor to make sure she was okay. She muddled up enough energy in her sleepy puppy state to walk over to my purse, laying on the floor next to her and proceeded to climb inside and finish her nap. I knew in that moment she was meant to go home with us.
Maple had a life full of adventures and loved being with her friends and family. She especially loved the water. She was a true swimmer and would spend hours laying in the lake or river, just waiting on dad and brother to reel in the biggest fish. She always had to smell and lick before dad or brother were able to release them back into the water. Camping in the beautiful mountains of Colorado was also one of her favorite things. She was the Ole, “early to bed, early to rise” Type of girl. She loved basking in the glow of a campfire but couldn’t wait for the adventures that awaited her the next day.
We loved our adventures with Maple. From gondola rides over The Royal Gorge, days spent exploring various dog parks across Colorado and day’s venturing into unexplored cities and towns. Hours of research and carefully planned trips to attend all of the dog friendly patios and places she could just be with us in return. Even if all that meant was breakfast on a patio with her best friends. At the end of the day all she wanted was to be with her people. Like part of a wolf pack.
Maple was diagnosed with advanced bone cancer. Unfortunately, it had already begun to move into other parts of her body. Much faster than we expected. We chose to make her comfortable and happy for the duration of her life. Endless cuddles and belly rubs, all the extra treats, “because bacon cures cancer” and of course, one last trip to the lake, where she was able to enjoy her most favorite past time. In Maples final moments she was able to enjoy cheeseburgers and french fries! We offered chocolate but it was almost as if she just “knew” she shouldn’t indulge. Maple Pie had lot’s of visitors and emotional good-bye’s. She was so loved and left a paw print on everyone she met. Maple peacefully crossed The Rainbow Bridge at home surrounded by her favorite people. Her wolf pack.
Maple was my family’s biggest supporter. Through challenging times and happy shared moments she was always there standing proud. Even in her last moments. Maple will forever be cherished by many, but most of all, her “wolf pack”, My husband, my son and I.
