I adopted Max New Years Eve, 1984. His first venture was to munch the balls on the Christmas tree. That first night he slept like a baby in his bed. As he grew older, he of course slept with me. My first apartment. My first home. I lived 100 miles from my parents who 2 years before had gone through what can only be termed a devastating divorce.
My Max would have no part of the blues. I rediscovered the world through his eyes. The wonder of his first snow fall. He tunneled his way through the snow barking all the way. I was terrified as he blended right in with the snow! My lucky break came when I saw a wisp of his wagging tail in the drift of snow. He didn’t want to come inside despite the ice balls attached to his feet.
He marveled at the vastness of the ocean waves and studied his first beach sunset as it disappeared in the horizon.
Every tree had to have his blessing. 🙂
His nose had to touch every flower. He could appreciate food with the best of us and could match his Dad bite for bite. Max loved the world and the world was in love with him.
When Max was 6 months old, I moved to a security building in another city. One night Max woke me at 3 AM. It was an unusual bark of sheer anger. I had never seen my little guy so upset.
Just then I looked to see a man standing at the end of my bed. He had something in his hand it was a knife. I pretended I didn’t see him and called the name of a female friend,” saying go to bed we’ll talk in the morning. I waited up for you and just got to sleep.” Max literally chased that man out of my bedroom and out the door.
He weighed all of 15 pounds! My hero.
My condo community where I live lovingly referred to my Max as the Mayor. I took him out at 5:30 when we first woke and then again at 7:30 just before I left for work. He was quiet for the first outing, but apparently he felt it was time for all to rise and shine for his 7:30 run. For such a little guy, he could sure make some noise!
The little guy was part human. He seemed to read my thoughts. He loved it when I would hold him in my arms and we would slow dance. Toward then end of his life, he became an Enya fan.
The only man in my life he ever liked was my fiancé. I think he liked Greg because he could manipulate him like no one I ever knew.
To think, Greg didn’t like dogs until he met Max! Greg had his sorrows and Max was his healer. In many ways Max was the glue that held Greg and I together. When Max died, he took the family unity with him.
I don’t know what takes place in heaven, but in the end, after seeing Jesus, I want to find Max and hang with him.
He is my heart. I will love that sweet little man until the day I leave this planet and then for all eternity.
Thank You God, for 17 and a half blessed years.
Sweet dreams my prince. I love you,
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| Sherry |