Once upon a time a man I know retired. The man was not sure if he would like being retired. For the first month or so, he did not like it. But soon he realized there was nobody telling him what to do anymore or no one depending on him and he liked that part. However, he also realized he was in fact “home alone.”
So, he got a beagle puppy from a rescue organization. He named his beagle “Maggie” because Maggie Mae was his wife’s favorite song by Rod Stewart. This man and his wife Liz had spent many nights listening to songs from Rod Stewart, the Beatles, and other groups from the 1960’s. Some nights they danced together until Liz began to have a hard time dancing because she had a disease called MS. But the dancing didn’t stop completely.
Sometimes the man would hold her up, if she felt like it, and they could still slow dance together for a few minutes.

On some nights, the man would dance along with the faster songs for her. He would act silly and make her smile and laugh at him. On nights when they were both too tired to dance the man would play guitar and sing some of their favorite songs to her.
The man loved her more than life itself and would do anything to make her happy. He knew she loved him the same way, but he also knew she was always tired and in pain. The smiles and laughter did not come easily for her like they used to.
Liz had succumbed to the disease a few years before the man retired. I think he kept working during those years because his heart was broken and he was afraid of being totally alone both day and night.
But now at least he has Maggie the beagle. She is quite a handful and keeps him smiling. The man was not so foolish as to think a beagle could fill the hole in his heart that was left by losing the love of his life. It had been love at first sight and a marriage which lasted 48 years. But at least he was no longer completely alone. He and Maggie now listen to music together. He plays guitar and sings for her, and she usually does not howl.

The man still dances and acts silly. Maggie cannot dance, but she does try by jumping around and barking. That’s something to see.
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June 21, 2026 at 8:20 pm
Dennis, this absolutely wrecked me in the best way ❤️ 48 years of love, and you can feel every bit of it in the way you wrote this. Holding her up so she could still slow dance for a few minutes when she was too weak to stand on her own. That’s not a moment you write to impress anyone. That’s just what love looked like in your house.
Maggie barking and jumping around while you play guitar I hope that sound fills your house the way it needs to. Liz sounds like she got the love story most people only dream of having. Thank you for sharing this one, Dennis.
June 22, 2026 at 2:23 am
Thanks very much Ritish! I find so much comfort in writing about all the happy times we shared. We all suffer loss in our lives, but we can find strength in focusing on the love and many wonderful stories we can share.
June 21, 2026 at 9:05 pm
What a beautifully written, heartfelt life story. Thank you for sharing this with us.
June 22, 2026 at 2:26 am
Thank you, Tamara, for taking time to read and make such a nice comment! It means so much!
June 21, 2026 at 9:49 pm
Dennis, a beautiful, sweet story. Memories to cherish! 💕 What a cute dog! If Robert and I were not allergic, we would love to have a cat.
I lost my husband, Drew, in 2003. In 20014, I met Robert, and we have been together ever since. We talk freely about our past, and I think Robert feels he knows and admires Drew, though they never met. That is a great comfort to me.
It is a good thing to remember partners and family members we have lost and the wonderful experiences we shared, even though we live mindfully in the present.
All the best! 🌻
June 22, 2026 at 2:46 am
Thank you, Cheryl, Liz had 11 feral cats on our rural property that she fed and took care of, and I promised her I would take care of them. I did had them all spayed and neutered, so they wouldn’t keep multiplying. Over the years all but 2 have died. I think of her each time I feed them on the back deck. I have not taken on a new mate but had a conversation just 2 hours ago with a close friend of Liz’s that helped take of the house when Liz became too ill to do that. She still comes once a week because Liz had asked her to.
June 22, 2026 at 7:26 am
This is a heart touching story about compensation for the loss of the wife.
June 22, 2026 at 5:28 pm
Thanks, TW, for taking time to read my article and especially for taking time to comment. It means a lot to me.
June 22, 2026 at 10:30 pm
You’re welcome, Dennis. 😊
June 22, 2026 at 11:13 am
Glad this story found its way to me today 💙 Liz had good taste in songs and it sounds like she’d have had good taste in dogs too. Dennis, please give Maggie an extra treat tonight, consider it from me.
June 22, 2026 at 5:36 pm
Alessia I am blessed that you took the time to read and comment on my story. Liz was very much an animal lover! We always had a couple of dogs in the house and cats outside. It’s kinda funny that she always named the male dogs “Micky.” I asked but she would never tell me why.
June 22, 2026 at 9:01 pm
A wonder, sweet story. Thank you for sharing it.
June 26, 2026 at 6:05 pm
Thanks for reading and taking time to comment, Diana! It is always encouraging!
June 24, 2026 at 11:10 am
Thank you for sharing this lovely story.
June 26, 2026 at 6:06 pm
Thanks so much Faye! It warms my heart that you took time to read and comment! Dennis
June 26, 2026 at 12:48 pm
The slow dancing part got me 🙂Maggie sounds like a handful in the best way. Hope she keeps you on your toes
June 26, 2026 at 6:08 pm
Thanks DagFinn! I am so blessed by your taking time to read my story and your nice words!