Maggie has caught her last mouse and emptied her last locked trashcan. In spite of cancer, she lived to fourteen and a half and was always happy. I wish I knew her secret. Her outlook on life, though simplistic, was always much better than mine. Like most dogs, she found joy in the little things: a treat, a belly rub, dinner, a walk, and sunshine. She loved unconditionally. Forgiveness was guaranteed. Maybe, unconditional love and forgiveness is the universal truth we all seek. RIP, Maggie. You made our little corner of the world a better place.