Another dog will not replace Maggie, but will complement your memories of her. When my aierdale died, my ex wanted to bury him in the backyard. Four months later, in the middle of winter, when I was least ready, along came Spunky, a sweet goldendoodle (My aierdale was a great dog--the first is always the greatest--but I would never call him sweet). During his adolescence, he dug big, deep holes all over the yard. I still fall in some today. The one place he did not dig was in the area above the aierdale's grave. To this day, he will go and sit there on a bright sunny day.