Likes: Megan loved cuddles, ear-scritches were the very best
Pet-Peeves: Megan hated fireworks and loud bangs, they terrified her
Favorite Toy: Her mauve squeaky
Favorite Food: Megan was a fiend for bread.
Favorite Walk: Just about anywhere as long as she had mom and dad there
Best Tricks: Like all Great Danes, Megan loved to lean against you
Arrival Story: My husband had a Great Dane, Miss Ellie, in the 1980s - he rescued her when she was 6 and they had 3 glorious years together before she went to Rainbow Bridge. This broke his heart and he couldn't bear the thought of another dog despite me wanting one. But one day in January 2001 I came home from work and saw that he had found this website, a local organisation that rescues and rehomes GDs. We went down to see them on Tuesday night to check we were suitable owners, they phoned on Wed to say that a suitable dog was coming in for rehoming, and that if all was well, we could pick her up on Friday evening. We were SO excited! I had wanted a GD all my life and the moment had arrived. Friday afternoon we rushed around getting everything ready and with beating hearts went to collect her. There was Megan, a beautiful Blue Dane, aged 6, with a white blaze on her chest. It was love at first sight. I remember her putting her front paws on my knee and taking a good look at me. I adored her from that moment on.
Bio: Megan was a very gentle girl, she was like Nana out of Peter Pan. She was always concerned that you were alright and just hated it if anyone was upset. She worried so much if anything was wrong. The only bad moment we had was when we adopted China. Megan was outraged, she was furious with us. What is THAT doing here! You mean, it's STAYING?? But we got over that and they were the best of friends ever after.
Megan's health began to fail in November 2004, she was getting old, her hips were getting arthritic but there did not seem to be too much cause for concern until I noticed something wrong with her mouth. At first the vet could not find anything wrong but soon after (8 Dec) came the diagnosis of squamous cell carcinoma. The vet thought she would have about 6 months before eating became impossible but we knew better. I have never seen such an aggressive tumour and we realised it would be a matter of a couple of weeks. We managed to get through Christmas but had made the appointment for 28 Dec. It was the worst Christmas ever, worse I think, than when I had been diagnosed with breast cancer. We spent the last week saying goodbye. Her little life force was fading and she knew her time had come. I held her paw and told her how much we loved her. She had been the most wonderful girl, and I promised her she would always live in Mummy's heart. She went off that last morning with a waggy tail, my husband took her for her last walk, she had a little happy attack which she had not had for a few weeks. I have her ashes still as I really cannot bear to part with them.
But the good news is that although we miss our Megan every single day, Henry and China keep our hearts full and give us as much joy as Megan did. She was such a wonderful girl that the best tribute we could pay her was by adopting Henry. And that is a whole other story!