Friday, February 22, 2013

Max the dog Morris

I first picked up Max from a rescue in the summer of 2001. He has been my companion through some of the most painful, isolated and lonely times of my last decade. On Thursday morning at 3:30 in the morning, Max finally passed after a great deal of pain that started in the middle of the night.
I was scared and confused, and did not understand what was happening. I was with him as he died, this was not what he deserved, and the memories of his pain haunt me a great deal.
There is not way I would have ever imagined he would pass, I can’t thank him enough for being the glue in my life, the reason I woke up in the morning, and had to get home at night. He gave me purpose when others had abandoned me, when I woke at 4 in the morning with knots in my stomach on how to pay this month’s mortgage.
He was always there, the sweetest dog I have ever known, with warm brown eyes that would look into your soul with love and acceptance.