Maggie always minded her own business, when she walked down the sidewalk. Some people would smile at her; some were rude. Glaring looks and sneering comments. She’s been called a number of names. Good and bad. Beautiful, cutie, sweet girl, ugly, disgusting, smelly and so on. It never seemed to bother Maggie. She was a free spirit, doing whatever she wanted. On this particular day, she was wandering the streets. The aroma of something sweet traveled it’s way to her nose. Donuts? Yes. It was donuts. Maggie began to follow the smell. Down the block, around the corner and up the street. She was so captivated by the smell that she didn’t see the oncoming car. Screeching tires, honking of horns and a child screaming on the sidewalk. Once the smoke from the tires cleared, people ran to Maggie. She laid there trying to breathe. It was difficult but manageable. People began taking out their phones. Bystanders recorded and a few called for help. A large truck pulled up. Two people got out and ran to Maggie’s side. They placed her on a stretcher, loading her into the truck. Maggie started to slip in and out of consciousness. Everything was black and white. Fading in. Fading out. Moments later, they pulled up to the hospital. More people came out to help bring Maggie inside. She was scared and trembling. Every part of her body hurt. She couldn't feel her legs. Her arms were broken given they were facing in the wrong direction. She felt a sharp pain in her lungs when she inhaled and wheezing when she exhaled. The doctors spoke to the nurses, ‘weighing their options’. Why wouldn't they try to consult with Maggie on what she wanted? Oxygen masks, needles and several x rays later, Maggie was exhausted. Ready to give up. The nurses were caressing her head while squeezing her shoulder begging her to keep fighting. The doctors kept talking as if Maggie wasn't even in the room. The doctors were saying that Maggie was ‘too far gone’. Her options were limited. The nurses were pleading with the doctors. There must be something they could do for Maggie. Sadly, there wasn't. Maggie was in terrible shape. The doctor walked over to Maggie and apologized. Why were they saying sorry? What was going on? The nurses cried as they circled around Maggie. She looked up at one of the nurses with pleading eyes. The nurse was distracting Maggie while the doctor gave her a shot. Maggie felt immediately tired. The pain was subsiding. She began to feel calm but sleepy. Maggie looked up at the nurse one last time. The nurse, with tears in her eyes, choked out, ”Maggie, you’re a good girl. You are such a good dog, Maggie.”
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