I had to say goodbye to a dear old friend today. Max was thirteen years old, and he was in pain, so it was time to say goodbye.
For such a peaceful process, it was very painful. I was with him unitl the very end. It was just him and me. Which selfishly, was the way I wanted it.
I always joked and said that Max was really happiest when it was just the two of us. Then Drew came into the Picture, then Scout, and then THREE kids. He has been with me for a long time, and he has been with me through heartbreak and celebration. I never thought it would be this hard to say goodbye, I miss him terribly. The only thing that brings me comfort is remembering what a good dog he was, and how loyal he was to me. Before he got old, he would sleep beside me every night. When he got too old to be able to climb the stairs, he would lie at the bottom of the stairs waiting for me to come down each day. He was always with me in every room, and always watching for me in the window. I can't imagine another dog ever taking his place.
Max died on a beautiful Spring day, and as I walked outside when I came home, I felt the most beautiful breeze come across me. I turned to face it and knew that it was Max telling me goodbye.
I love you Max.
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