It saddens us greatly that we let Max go on Valentines Day, 2010.
He was not enjoying life. He was unable to control his functions for more than a couple of hours. He had become completely blind from cataracts in the last few months and was not adjusting well. He just wanted to eat and sleep and would get lost in a corner of the house, or in our tiny backyard. Bless my husband for stepping up and saying, "lets do it today, there is no reason to wait." With others we may have waited too long, and maybe a bit too long with Max, but letting him go was the worst yet. He was the best dog in the world.
I make up songs for all our dogs, and sing them to them often, including foster dogs, using a well know tune and changing the words. Max's song was the Christmas tune that I could actually play on the piano, "Good King Wenceslas" and one line that I sang twice in the song was "he's our little gift from God, he's our little baby." And I do believe it was true that he was a gift from God. He was so smart, such a gentleman, and so friendly. We have wonderful memories of our boy that I could go on and on but it's not the time/place.
Those of you who know me know how I am about dogs, (I even love dogs more than the Cubs, for those who might wonder), know that we will get another, maybe even two, rescue dogs. Of course none will be Max, but that is okay, there is only one Max. In 6 months or somewhere in the future, I will look at Doug, point to some crazy antic that a dog is doing and ask how we got a knucklehead like that. That's what keeps me from sobbing uncontrollably, I know that there are 1000 other dogs out there that would fit our family and are looking for a home.
Over time it will get better. It's really hard though, too, because for the first time since 1989 I do not have a single dog, and you know we often have 2 or three with fosters. It's very quiet here, except for the crying.
Max now joins Bailey at Rainbow Bridge. They were adopted together in 2004.