My wonderful buddy Max is gone. I miss him so much and keep looking for him. He was a big dog and used to lie on the kitchen floor and I would constantly have to step over him to move because he always seemed to know where I needed to stand but I never minded because I liked having him there and talked to him all the time! Now the kitchen seems so empty and there is too much space.
He was a Golden Retriever who was stubborn as a mule if he didn't want to do something but he always tried to do whatever I asked of him even as he got older and it was harder and harder. He would never sleep downstairs, he always had to come up to my bedroom and it became very hard for him over the past year because he had arthritis in his hips. he always looked for me to go up behind him and I would help him if he needed me, finally making a sling for the bad days.
Thursday night he made it all the way up the stairs for the last time. Yesterday, he went outside with me in the morning and then lay down in the kitchen for the day, only wanting me to wet his mouth with water and sit beside him.
We carried him outside later in the day and I brushed him for a long time and just held his head. The kids came to say goodbye off and on and if I left him for a moment to help them, he lifted his head and waited till I came back.
I washed him and brushed him and he was happy to lie on the grass in the sun. At 8:30, he gave a few sighs and his last breath was just a soft one and he was gone.
He was such a great dog, always there for me to play with, listen to me cry and walk many miles with me. He loved riding in the car and I took him everywhere on vacation, even to Washington DC! I bet he's one of the few dogs to stay in the Renaissance Hotel there.
I love you Max and I'll never forget you. I'm so thankful he was my dog and that I was able to be with him as he died.
He was a Golden Retriever who was stubborn as a mule if he didn't want to do something but he always tried to do whatever I asked of him even as he got older and it was harder and harder. He would never sleep downstairs, he always had to come up to my bedroom and it became very hard for him over the past year because he had arthritis in his hips. he always looked for me to go up behind him and I would help him if he needed me, finally making a sling for the bad days.
Thursday night he made it all the way up the stairs for the last time. Yesterday, he went outside with me in the morning and then lay down in the kitchen for the day, only wanting me to wet his mouth with water and sit beside him.
We carried him outside later in the day and I brushed him for a long time and just held his head. The kids came to say goodbye off and on and if I left him for a moment to help them, he lifted his head and waited till I came back.
I washed him and brushed him and he was happy to lie on the grass in the sun. At 8:30, he gave a few sighs and his last breath was just a soft one and he was gone.
He was such a great dog, always there for me to play with, listen to me cry and walk many miles with me. He loved riding in the car and I took him everywhere on vacation, even to Washington DC! I bet he's one of the few dogs to stay in the Renaissance Hotel there.
I love you Max and I'll never forget you. I'm so thankful he was my dog and that I was able to be with him as he died.
It's been a hard day, I've always spent so much time with him but especially for this past year he was practically glued to my side, he followed me wherever I went. Ever since he started to have real trouble walking, we had such a routine with his pills, helping him up the steps, making sure I took him out one more time at night...you know how it is.
