Sweet Mac died when Cooper was a toddler. The Damm house was a sad house for quite a while. Emma recovered and carried on without him. She was super laid back by the time Katie was born.
After a few weeks with no dog in the house, we began to consider another. Cooper, who was 5 and in kindergarten, was particularly distraught without Emma. We didn't want to "replace" her right away, as that didn't seem to honor what she meant to us. But it was clear that all of us wanted to find another furry baby.
But first we had to get to the emergency room to find out what was wrong with Steve's face. The diagnosis was Bell's palsy. He couldn't close his right eye completely or drink well or speak normally for about a month. And then most of the issues resolved, although I could always detect a tiny droopiness that never seemed to recover.By the time the palsy seemed to be gone, the Scottie rescue group approved us -- after multiple e-mails, phone calls and a house visit. These folks are thorough! We adopted Katie Margaret and promptly started calling her Margie. (We couldn't have Katie the girl and Katie the dog.)
Margie and Katie, 2007
Margie can be wild. She thinks an open door is an invitation to run free. Those first few months, we chased her all over the neighborhood. She still plots to escape through the front door -- we're just sneakier about how we open and close the door. She runs laps around the house. She barks incessantly at the wild rabbits that live in our bushes and hang out on our front porch.
Cooper, Margie and Steve, this afternoon
She's gentle with Cooper and Katie and loves walks and playing in the back yard. She's also extra protective of Steve. After his biopsy in January, Margie would lie next to him and lick his head, as if trying to heal the wounds. She seeks him out no matter where he is in the house -- upstairs on the exercise bike, resting on the green chair in the family room, napping in the bedroom. She says goodnight by wrapping her body around his and licking him as much as he'll allow.Her timing is just one example of the intricate relationships and connections that piece our story together. I've written before that I suspect Steve's tumor may have started back in February 2007, caused by a virus that first manifested with a high fever and Bell's palsy. I'm fascinated that his palsy symptoms began the same day we met Margie, who has become such a comfort to our family -- especially to Steve.