Margot Ahlquist


Westboro, MA – The sweet Miniature Apricot Poodle, Marty McCallan Ahlquist succombed to stomach cancer Tuesday January 25th after a valiant fight. Family and friends were lucky to be graced by Marty’s comical, sweet and strong spirit for 15 wonderful years.

Marty leaves behind his Poodle sister Bella, human sisters Caitlyn and Margot Ahlquist as well as his human parents Robb and Madeleine Ahlquist.

Marty was born near Providence, Rhode Island and left his litter as a 10-week-old to reside with the Ahlquist family in Massachusetts, where he remained for his whole life.

Marty loved to keep a close watch on the neighborhood, play with his sisters, and be mischievous in the kitchen whenever he could.

His willpower was unmatched when it came to seeking something scrumptious off of the countertop. He applied this same determination to making his humans feel better whenever they were down. Marty never left their side until he cheered them up in some way.

Even when Bella entered his home as a rambunctious puppy when Marty was an older dog, he took it in stride. Marty allowed Bella to lure him away from his favorite neighborhood watch game to play and bond.

He will be dearly missed by all who encountered him.

Marty will be laid to rest in a private ceremony by the Ahlquist family.

In lieu of flowers, please send donations to the Poodle Rescue of New England.

Service Info

A private service was held for Marty by the Ahlquist family.


Memories / Thoughts

One of my favorite stories involving Marty is when I started to play the violin. I was screeching through the song I was assigned to play and Marty couldn't take the noise anymore. As I was about to play the song again, he stole the sheet music off of the music stand and ran down the hall with it. At the time I was mad at the idea that I was bad at playing the violin but now I just think it is hysterical.

It is still a mystery what happened to the whole, raw chicken my mother left on counter marinating while she picked us up from school. We came home shortly after and the chicken was gone! No where to be seen. We checked high and low and never found it. Many years later our house has been renovated and we still never found any evidence of the crime.

January is one of my favorite months. Winter has not worn out its welcome. The New Year is full of potential. Then the end of January comes and I remember losing my dog. It is always a painful time. I miss him very much.


Just this side of heaven is a place called Rainbow Bridge.

When an animal dies that has been especially close to someone here, that pet goes to Rainbow Bridge. There are meadows and hills for all of our special friends so they can run and play together. There is plenty of food, water and sunshine, and our friends are warm and comfortable.

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