March 2 1987 —- Oct. 2 1995
Border Collie
This is a story not only about my dear sweet Max who I miss
more than words can say but also of my fur girl Whitney and how fate
brought all of us together.
Max was truly the love of my life. We truly shared a very special bond.
I’ll never forget the day I went to the local Humane Society to look for
a new puppy. My Westie Cotton had just passed and I couldn’t stand the
emptiness she left behind. I thought I knew exactly what kind of dog I
was looking for. Believe it or not when I walked in the back where the
puppies were kept right at the front of the enclosure was a dog that fit
the description of the dog I had in mind. And then from the back came
this ball of fur soft beautiful with the most soulful eyes. This was
my Max and I was his from the moment I laid eyes on him.
Max’s journey through life with me was a wonderful experience
and I will always be grateful he was a part of my life.
It was a privilege to be his person.
One morning when Max and I were taking our morning stroll
there in the middle of the street was this beautiful white dog.
She was friendly and came right up to us.
Actually it was Max who had attracted her attention.
She followed us home and decided immediately this was where
she wanted to be. I didn’t think another dog was something I
wanted but the two of them had other ideas and in a short time
Whitney was the new member of our family.
She and Max were devoted to each other and immediately formed
a strong bond. She is an American Eskimo that someone had for
some reason just thrown away.
Left out in the street to fend for herself.
We settled into a routine. Max had always been a very social dog and
enjoyed having a companion. They were the perfect match.
I couldn’t believe how lucky I was.
I always considered Max a gift from God and am sure that Whitney
was sent to me. Why do I say this? Well shortly after I found Whitney,
Max started to stumble trip and fall. He got progressively worse
and within a short period of time was diagnosed with
a brain tumor. In a very short time we lost our beloved Max.
Whitney was sent not only to me but also to Max.
She was by his side to the very end. She nursed and nurtured
him and took care of him Helped him when he was in trouble
and never left his side.
I will never believe finding Whitney was a coincidence.
She was sent to both of us to help us through this terrible time.
She made Max’s final days easier and when he was gone saw
me through one of the worst times of my life.
I will always be grateful.
Sandy
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