Maggi came into my life in 2008 when a homeless person used this adorable puppy to ask for money. I bought her that night, and she became my best friend and travel companion. From that night on, she rode with me on my motorbike in Colombia, perched on the gas tank wherever I went. We then moved to Panama together for five years, where she upgraded to riding a scooter—her favorite.
Later, we moved back to cold Calgary, where she surprisingly adapted very well to the weather and grew a thick coat. But the ocean called us once again, and Maggi moved to Victoria for the last few years of her adventurous life. There, she was lovingly cared for by my wife, Robyn, who spoiled her like no other. She somehow managed to tolerate our two pugs, Yoda and Lucy, although Yoda has since passed.
Rest in peace, my adventure buddy and best friend.