Max came into my life when he was just four months old - he had ears too big and "floppy" for his tiny face and legs so short that he couldn't jump unto the sofa without my assistance. He was a brindle Boston that the breeder wanted to "get rid of" because she only liked black and white Bostons. He wasn't "show material" - he had crooked teeth, was a little crosseyed in his left eye, had those bulging Boston eyes and a face only a "mother" could love and I loved him from the day I took him home until the day I had to make the dreaded decision to have him "put down". He was there for me in some really rough times and he gave me his unconditional love. He had my undivided attention and love for twelve years and I was with him in the end, speaking his name, stroking his fur and letting him know that even in death, we were not going to be easily parted. My friends tell me "he was just a dog" but he was "my dog" and we had a bond that just couldn't be broken. Rest in peace, Max, I miss you, will always love you and I'll never forget you. Patti |
| IF I SHOULD GROW FRAIL If it should be that I grow frail and weak And pain does keep me from my sleep, Then will you do what must be done for this - the last battle -can't be won. You will be sad I understand But don't let grief then stay your hand. For on this day, more than the rest Your love and friendship must stand the test. We have had so many happy years, You wouldn't want me to suffer so. When the time comes, please, let me go. Take me to where my needs they'll tend, Only, stay with me till the end. And hold me firm and speak to me Until my eyes no longer see. I know in time you will agree It is a kindness you do to me. Although my tail its last has waved, From pain and suffering I have been saved. Don't grieve that it must now be you Who has to decide this thing to do. We've been so close - we two -these years, Don't let your heart hold any tears |
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| Max 08/29/89 - 09/05/01 |
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