Maggie Hendricks died 28 May 2008 after a brief period of declining health, age 16 years, 4 months and 6 days.
Maggie was born 22 January 1992 in Normal, McLean County, Illinois, to Mr. Kyle and Boomers-Blossum. She was the middle one of triplets, all girls. At birth, she came into the hands of her foster mother Helen Walley, who cared for her briefly, but possibly even more conscientiously than her birth mother.
Before she was of age to be adopted, Maggie had picked out Hayes and Jan Hendricks of Matteson, Cook County, Illinois to become her adoptive parents. The adoption was formalized 25 March 1992 with a trip to see Dr. David Kruger, of Kruger Animal Hospital in Normal, who would remain her personal physician throughout her life.
Seeing how vulnerable she was at that tender age, and considering they were preparing to depart on a three week vacation in less than a month, her new step-parents designed and sewed the first of three carriers in which she would spend a sizable portion of her life, and all but its very last moments: sort of a Yorkie-sized RV which proved adequate for her all of 3.5 lbs at maturity. She proved a good traveler during the three week vacation, the high point of which was a trip most of the way up Pikes Peak (limited only by the fact the highway hadn't been plowed out all the way yet).
Maggie developed allergies early in life, one of which was grass. This necessitated an alternate "bathroom" to the usual, and what was more logical than to use the same bathroom as her step-parents. All it required was a lifetime supply of "puppy-pads." When traveling, Maggie was placed on a pad in the motel bathroom to which she could be counted on to return when the need arose. Since Maggie almost never barked, she could use even public restrooms, into which she would be carried with the top zipped and the flaps down on the sides of her carrier.
Scraps from her step-parents' table were never a food of choice for Maggie. She trained her step-parents to seat her at the table in her own chair and eat from her own plate such delicacies as peas, cheese and Brussels sprouts. As she got older, she developed a taste for salmon, which fortunately was a staple of her step-parents' diet. As a matter of fact, it was when she passed up the opportunity to imbibe a piece of salmon that her step-parents became aware how much she had declined.
Maggie was a "people person." She was always interested in what people were doing, especially children. When her step-father went into a book store, as he often did, she would turn and sit at the back end of her carrier so she could see what was going on. At home, her place of choice was in her carrier on the kitchen counter, from which she could see and supervise all that went on. She especially loved that position because it was directly beneath a halogen light that made it nice and warm.
Warmth was important to her. She didn't care at all for air-conditioning, always wearing a "T-shirt" and as she grew older, sometimes a sweater too, especially at night with the thermostat turned down. When traveling, she had to have several blankets and her pink afghan.
When young, Maggie had a number of toys with which she played, but she abruptly gave them all up the day her step-father lost her favorite toy out the door of the car.
Though Maggie loved children, she was not particularly playful, possibly because she wasn't around children much, but possibly because when you're seven inches tall, even a two-foot tall child – no matter how friendly – looms over you like a four-story building!
Politically, Maggie was never for nor against the underdog, or the other kind, for that matter, as she did not identify herself with that breed of individual. She almost never even acknowledged the presence of a dog – let alone a cat or other animal – unless she perceived it as a threat, in which case she tried to get away as quickly as possible. Seeing one of her step-parents in a mirror, she would respond with recognition, but she would pointedly ignore that "dog" with them.
Until her last days, Maggie was a healthy individual. Even at 16 years of age, she still had all her teeth. Her health continued even as she lost her hearing and then her eyesight. Her nose made life worthwhile even without those other senses. With a little help from her friends she was able to find her food and detect the presence of her water glass. We forgot to tell you that – at least as long as she had her eyesight -- she only drank water from a blue plastic glass (never a green or yellow one and never a glass one). At one time, she would deign to drink from a stainless-steel bowl, but the more traveling she did, the more she turned to the glass.
And travel she did. During the first ten years of her life she logged more miles than most people do in a lifetime, all by automobile. She was carsick only once: when her step-father tried to negotiate a roller-coaster-like Arkansas highway at too fast a clip. She leaped into his lap, where she proceeded to toss her cookies on the one responsible. She went places no other dog has ever gone. On her very first trip she went (in her carrier, of course) through a private art museum where it was unthinkable that "pets" would be allowed: the first, but not the last, such visitation. After all, how much damage can be done by a bark-less 3.5 lb puppy in a carrier? Some places were amenable, others were not, but her step-parents always asked first, and never went without her.
Maggie's disinclination to bark seemed to fade with her failing eyesight. During her last years, she barked all the barks she had held back so many years, and then some. It became an adventure to take her into a public restroom!
Maggie died intestate (without a will), so her personal property went to her step-parents, along with a huge box of puppy pads (a legacy to the humane society) and $20 they found squirreled away in the false bottom of her carrier.
Maggie was preceded in death (as far as we know) by all her blood relatives, and by her foster mother, Helen Walley, late of Wichita Falls, Texas. She is survived by her step-parents, Hayes and Jan Hendricks of the home.
Altogether Maggie led a good life and will be sorely missed. RIP
Maggie was born 22 January 1992 in Normal, McLean County, Illinois, to Mr. Kyle and Boomers-Blossum. She was the middle one of triplets, all girls. At birth, she came into the hands of her foster mother Helen Walley, who cared for her briefly, but possibly even more conscientiously than her birth mother.
Before she was of age to be adopted, Maggie had picked out Hayes and Jan Hendricks of Matteson, Cook County, Illinois to become her adoptive parents. The adoption was formalized 25 March 1992 with a trip to see Dr. David Kruger, of Kruger Animal Hospital in Normal, who would remain her personal physician throughout her life.
Seeing how vulnerable she was at that tender age, and considering they were preparing to depart on a three week vacation in less than a month, her new step-parents designed and sewed the first of three carriers in which she would spend a sizable portion of her life, and all but its very last moments: sort of a Yorkie-sized RV which proved adequate for her all of 3.5 lbs at maturity. She proved a good traveler during the three week vacation, the high point of which was a trip most of the way up Pikes Peak (limited only by the fact the highway hadn't been plowed out all the way yet).
Maggie developed allergies early in life, one of which was grass. This necessitated an alternate "bathroom" to the usual, and what was more logical than to use the same bathroom as her step-parents. All it required was a lifetime supply of "puppy-pads." When traveling, Maggie was placed on a pad in the motel bathroom to which she could be counted on to return when the need arose. Since Maggie almost never barked, she could use even public restrooms, into which she would be carried with the top zipped and the flaps down on the sides of her carrier.
Scraps from her step-parents' table were never a food of choice for Maggie. She trained her step-parents to seat her at the table in her own chair and eat from her own plate such delicacies as peas, cheese and Brussels sprouts. As she got older, she developed a taste for salmon, which fortunately was a staple of her step-parents' diet. As a matter of fact, it was when she passed up the opportunity to imbibe a piece of salmon that her step-parents became aware how much she had declined.
Maggie was a "people person." She was always interested in what people were doing, especially children. When her step-father went into a book store, as he often did, she would turn and sit at the back end of her carrier so she could see what was going on. At home, her place of choice was in her carrier on the kitchen counter, from which she could see and supervise all that went on. She especially loved that position because it was directly beneath a halogen light that made it nice and warm.
Warmth was important to her. She didn't care at all for air-conditioning, always wearing a "T-shirt" and as she grew older, sometimes a sweater too, especially at night with the thermostat turned down. When traveling, she had to have several blankets and her pink afghan.
When young, Maggie had a number of toys with which she played, but she abruptly gave them all up the day her step-father lost her favorite toy out the door of the car.
Though Maggie loved children, she was not particularly playful, possibly because she wasn't around children much, but possibly because when you're seven inches tall, even a two-foot tall child – no matter how friendly – looms over you like a four-story building!
Politically, Maggie was never for nor against the underdog, or the other kind, for that matter, as she did not identify herself with that breed of individual. She almost never even acknowledged the presence of a dog – let alone a cat or other animal – unless she perceived it as a threat, in which case she tried to get away as quickly as possible. Seeing one of her step-parents in a mirror, she would respond with recognition, but she would pointedly ignore that "dog" with them.
Until her last days, Maggie was a healthy individual. Even at 16 years of age, she still had all her teeth. Her health continued even as she lost her hearing and then her eyesight. Her nose made life worthwhile even without those other senses. With a little help from her friends she was able to find her food and detect the presence of her water glass. We forgot to tell you that – at least as long as she had her eyesight -- she only drank water from a blue plastic glass (never a green or yellow one and never a glass one). At one time, she would deign to drink from a stainless-steel bowl, but the more traveling she did, the more she turned to the glass.
And travel she did. During the first ten years of her life she logged more miles than most people do in a lifetime, all by automobile. She was carsick only once: when her step-father tried to negotiate a roller-coaster-like Arkansas highway at too fast a clip. She leaped into his lap, where she proceeded to toss her cookies on the one responsible. She went places no other dog has ever gone. On her very first trip she went (in her carrier, of course) through a private art museum where it was unthinkable that "pets" would be allowed: the first, but not the last, such visitation. After all, how much damage can be done by a bark-less 3.5 lb puppy in a carrier? Some places were amenable, others were not, but her step-parents always asked first, and never went without her.
Maggie's disinclination to bark seemed to fade with her failing eyesight. During her last years, she barked all the barks she had held back so many years, and then some. It became an adventure to take her into a public restroom!
Maggie died intestate (without a will), so her personal property went to her step-parents, along with a huge box of puppy pads (a legacy to the humane society) and $20 they found squirreled away in the false bottom of her carrier.
Maggie was preceded in death (as far as we know) by all her blood relatives, and by her foster mother, Helen Walley, late of Wichita Falls, Texas. She is survived by her step-parents, Hayes and Jan Hendricks of the home.
Altogether Maggie led a good life and will be sorely missed. RIP
Maggie Hendricks died 28 May 2008 after a brief period of declining health, age 16 years, 4 months and 6 days.
Maggie was born 22 January 1992 in Normal, McLean County, Illinois, to Mr. Kyle and Boomers-Blossum. She was the middle one of triplets, all girls. At birth, she came into the hands of her foster mother Helen Walley, who cared for her briefly, but possibly even more conscientiously than her birth mother.
Before she was of age to be adopted, Maggie had picked out Hayes and Jan Hendricks of Matteson, Cook County, Illinois to become her adoptive parents. The adoption was formalized 25 March 1992 with a trip to see Dr. David Kruger, of Kruger Animal Hospital in Normal, who would remain her personal physician throughout her life.
Seeing how vulnerable she was at that tender age, and considering they were preparing to depart on a three week vacation in less than a month, her new step-parents designed and sewed the first of three carriers in which she would spend a sizable portion of her life, and all but its very last moments: sort of a Yorkie-sized RV which proved adequate for her all of 3.5 lbs at maturity. She proved a good traveler during the three week vacation, the high point of which was a trip most of the way up Pikes Peak (limited only by the fact the highway hadn't been plowed out all the way yet).
Maggie developed allergies early in life, one of which was grass. This necessitated an alternate "bathroom" to the usual, and what was more logical than to use the same bathroom as her step-parents. All it required was a lifetime supply of "puppy-pads." When traveling, Maggie was placed on a pad in the motel bathroom to which she could be counted on to return when the need arose. Since Maggie almost never barked, she could use even public restrooms, into which she would be carried with the top zipped and the flaps down on the sides of her carrier.
Scraps from her step-parents' table were never a food of choice for Maggie. She trained her step-parents to seat her at the table in her own chair and eat from her own plate such delicacies as peas, cheese and Brussels sprouts. As she got older, she developed a taste for salmon, which fortunately was a staple of her step-parents' diet. As a matter of fact, it was when she passed up the opportunity to imbibe a piece of salmon that her step-parents became aware how much she had declined.
Maggie was a "people person." She was always interested in what people were doing, especially children. When her step-father went into a book store, as he often did, she would turn and sit at the back end of her carrier so she could see what was going on. At home, her place of choice was in her carrier on the kitchen counter, from which she could see and supervise all that went on. She especially loved that position because it was directly beneath a halogen light that made it nice and warm.
Warmth was important to her. She didn't care at all for air-conditioning, always wearing a "T-shirt" and as she grew older, sometimes a sweater too, especially at night with the thermostat turned down. When traveling, she had to have several blankets and her pink afghan.
When young, Maggie had a number of toys with which she played, but she abruptly gave them all up the day her step-father lost her favorite toy out the door of the car.
Though Maggie loved children, she was not particularly playful, possibly because she wasn't around children much, but possibly because when you're seven inches tall, even a two-foot tall child – no matter how friendly – looms over you like a four-story building!
Politically, Maggie was never for nor against the underdog, or the other kind, for that matter, as she did not identify herself with that breed of individual. She almost never even acknowledged the presence of a dog – let alone a cat or other animal – unless she perceived it as a threat, in which case she tried to get away as quickly as possible. Seeing one of her step-parents in a mirror, she would respond with recognition, but she would pointedly ignore that "dog" with them.
Until her last days, Maggie was a healthy individual. Even at 16 years of age, she still had all her teeth. Her health continued even as she lost her hearing and then her eyesight. Her nose made life worthwhile even without those other senses. With a little help from her friends she was able to find her food and detect the presence of her water glass. We forgot to tell you that – at least as long as she had her eyesight -- she only drank water from a blue plastic glass (never a green or yellow one and never a glass one). At one time, she would deign to drink from a stainless-steel bowl, but the more traveling she did, the more she turned to the glass.
And travel she did. During the first ten years of her life she logged more miles than most people do in a lifetime, all by automobile. She was carsick only once: when her step-father tried to negotiate a roller-coaster-like Arkansas highway at too fast a clip. She leaped into his lap, where she proceeded to toss her cookies on the one responsible. She went places no other dog has ever gone. On her very first trip she went (in her carrier, of course) through a private art museum where it was unthinkable that "pets" would be allowed: the first, but not the last, such visitation. After all, how much damage can be done by a bark-less 3.5 lb puppy in a carrier? Some places were amenable, others were not, but her step-parents always asked first, and never went without her.
Maggie's disinclination to bark seemed to fade with her failing eyesight. During her last years, she barked all the barks she had held back so many years, and then some. It became an adventure to take her into a public restroom!
Maggie died intestate (without a will), so her personal property went to her step-parents, along with a huge box of puppy pads (a legacy to the humane society) and $20 they found squirreled away in the false bottom of her carrier.
Maggie was preceded in death (as far as we know) by all her blood relatives, and by her foster mother, Helen Walley, late of Wichita Falls, Texas. She is survived by her step-parents, Hayes and Jan Hendricks of the home.
Altogether Maggie led a good life and will be sorely missed. RIP
Maggie was born 22 January 1992 in Normal, McLean County, Illinois, to Mr. Kyle and Boomers-Blossum. She was the middle one of triplets, all girls. At birth, she came into the hands of her foster mother Helen Walley, who cared for her briefly, but possibly even more conscientiously than her birth mother.
Before she was of age to be adopted, Maggie had picked out Hayes and Jan Hendricks of Matteson, Cook County, Illinois to become her adoptive parents. The adoption was formalized 25 March 1992 with a trip to see Dr. David Kruger, of Kruger Animal Hospital in Normal, who would remain her personal physician throughout her life.
Seeing how vulnerable she was at that tender age, and considering they were preparing to depart on a three week vacation in less than a month, her new step-parents designed and sewed the first of three carriers in which she would spend a sizable portion of her life, and all but its very last moments: sort of a Yorkie-sized RV which proved adequate for her all of 3.5 lbs at maturity. She proved a good traveler during the three week vacation, the high point of which was a trip most of the way up Pikes Peak (limited only by the fact the highway hadn't been plowed out all the way yet).
Maggie developed allergies early in life, one of which was grass. This necessitated an alternate "bathroom" to the usual, and what was more logical than to use the same bathroom as her step-parents. All it required was a lifetime supply of "puppy-pads." When traveling, Maggie was placed on a pad in the motel bathroom to which she could be counted on to return when the need arose. Since Maggie almost never barked, she could use even public restrooms, into which she would be carried with the top zipped and the flaps down on the sides of her carrier.
Scraps from her step-parents' table were never a food of choice for Maggie. She trained her step-parents to seat her at the table in her own chair and eat from her own plate such delicacies as peas, cheese and Brussels sprouts. As she got older, she developed a taste for salmon, which fortunately was a staple of her step-parents' diet. As a matter of fact, it was when she passed up the opportunity to imbibe a piece of salmon that her step-parents became aware how much she had declined.
Maggie was a "people person." She was always interested in what people were doing, especially children. When her step-father went into a book store, as he often did, she would turn and sit at the back end of her carrier so she could see what was going on. At home, her place of choice was in her carrier on the kitchen counter, from which she could see and supervise all that went on. She especially loved that position because it was directly beneath a halogen light that made it nice and warm.
Warmth was important to her. She didn't care at all for air-conditioning, always wearing a "T-shirt" and as she grew older, sometimes a sweater too, especially at night with the thermostat turned down. When traveling, she had to have several blankets and her pink afghan.
When young, Maggie had a number of toys with which she played, but she abruptly gave them all up the day her step-father lost her favorite toy out the door of the car.
Though Maggie loved children, she was not particularly playful, possibly because she wasn't around children much, but possibly because when you're seven inches tall, even a two-foot tall child – no matter how friendly – looms over you like a four-story building!
Politically, Maggie was never for nor against the underdog, or the other kind, for that matter, as she did not identify herself with that breed of individual. She almost never even acknowledged the presence of a dog – let alone a cat or other animal – unless she perceived it as a threat, in which case she tried to get away as quickly as possible. Seeing one of her step-parents in a mirror, she would respond with recognition, but she would pointedly ignore that "dog" with them.
Until her last days, Maggie was a healthy individual. Even at 16 years of age, she still had all her teeth. Her health continued even as she lost her hearing and then her eyesight. Her nose made life worthwhile even without those other senses. With a little help from her friends she was able to find her food and detect the presence of her water glass. We forgot to tell you that – at least as long as she had her eyesight -- she only drank water from a blue plastic glass (never a green or yellow one and never a glass one). At one time, she would deign to drink from a stainless-steel bowl, but the more traveling she did, the more she turned to the glass.
And travel she did. During the first ten years of her life she logged more miles than most people do in a lifetime, all by automobile. She was carsick only once: when her step-father tried to negotiate a roller-coaster-like Arkansas highway at too fast a clip. She leaped into his lap, where she proceeded to toss her cookies on the one responsible. She went places no other dog has ever gone. On her very first trip she went (in her carrier, of course) through a private art museum where it was unthinkable that "pets" would be allowed: the first, but not the last, such visitation. After all, how much damage can be done by a bark-less 3.5 lb puppy in a carrier? Some places were amenable, others were not, but her step-parents always asked first, and never went without her.
Maggie's disinclination to bark seemed to fade with her failing eyesight. During her last years, she barked all the barks she had held back so many years, and then some. It became an adventure to take her into a public restroom!
Maggie died intestate (without a will), so her personal property went to her step-parents, along with a huge box of puppy pads (a legacy to the humane society) and $20 they found squirreled away in the false bottom of her carrier.
Maggie was preceded in death (as far as we know) by all her blood relatives, and by her foster mother, Helen Walley, late of Wichita Falls, Texas. She is survived by her step-parents, Hayes and Jan Hendricks of the home.
Altogether Maggie led a good life and will be sorely missed. RIP
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