Macy was our furbaby, and she was B-A-D to the bone. I remember the time that I took a quick nap to wake up and find that she had eaten Jeremy's brand new glasses, lenses and all. I remember her running fast as lighting when she got out of the house, countless toys being destroyed, food being eaten off the counters and snatched from your hand when you weren't looking, underwear being eaten, and hair everywhere from her shedding.
But I also remember teaching her tricks like how to shake, beg, bark on command and roll over.
I remember being pregnant with Jackson, and her insisting on sleeping in the bed with me, curled up right between my knees.
I remember bringing Jackson and Anderson home from the hospital, and her being so gentle with them.
I remember that not one time did I ever have to worry about Macy being aggressive, other than a fierce bark for the UPS man.
I remember countless times of her letting the boys lay on her, "ride her" like a pony, and in general just put up with their shenanigans.
We found out on Friday that a spot on her foot we had been dealing with for over a month was aggressive cancer, and that we were only prolonging the inevitable. Macy had a very rough weekend, and we decided Sunday that we were going to have to put her down on Monday. She deserved better than what she was getting.
The boys wanted to take pictures with Macy of them in their Halloween costumes, since we knew she wouldn't be there.
Macy loved her Harry Potter glasses.