Max the S.P.O.T. by Glenda / your mommy

Max…you were my baby…the baby I couldn’t have. So sweet and fluffy and funny. So much personality. The way you would chew on my hand while I brushed you; put your paws on my face when you were playing; your funny run that was almost flying. I miss you so desperately. There will never be another you. Wait for me in heaven, so we can play together again.


I love you still,
Max the S.P.O.T.
16, Aug 2005