It's been a rough few days. . .

Since I have been traveling so much, my little Maggie Mae has been staying at my parents.  For those of you who don't know her, she is my precious little shih-tzu.  On Saturday, I got a call from my mom that she was missing.  I diverted from my original plans and drove to my parents to find her.  It isn't normal for her to be away from the house, so I knew that this was not good.  The little one and I hiked all over searching for little Maggie Mae.  But, we couldn't find her.  The next morning, as we were leaving for church, Mom and I noticed birds circling in the air over the back hay field.  Not good.
My brother went searching and found her.  He is such a loving brother who understands my craziness with little Miss Maggie Mae.  He brought her back to the house and dug a grave for her.  He buried her in a beautiful spot - near the creek, in-between a few small trees.  Around noon, the sun shines straight through the trees and onto the rock on her grave.  It's really pretty.  I'm really thankful to have such a great brother.  
Maggie Mae and I have been through so much and I am going to miss her like crazy...