February 26th 2005 7:46 pm
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My name is Max. I turned 15 years old this month. I am very old and feeble. I have spinal arthritis. I have a hard time getting around. Many times when my Mom wakes up in the morning I have wet myself because I couldn't even get up to pee on the carpet or wherever. A lot of times I fall when I poop and I fall in it. It's hard for me to poop because my back hurts so much.
My mom is so sad. She doesn't know what to do. I had a mate once. Her name was Molly. She was two years older than me. When she was 13, one morning my Mom came out to check on us and Molly could barely breathe. She had a tumor pressing on her lung. I never saw her again. My Mom told me she went to the Rainbow Bridge and one day we would see her again.
Now my Mom wonders what is best for me. I have my good times and my bad. A lot of times I moan because I hurt and Mom gives me medicine. It makes me sleepy. But then a lot of times I still try to chase the cat and appear to be so happy hobbling around the yard with everyone. My Mom wonders why God lets me hurt so and wonders if it's her place to help me meet Molly again any sooner than God has planned. I loved Molly, but I love my Mom and Big Sissie Bailey and Holly. I even like Zeus if he's not knocking me over.
My mom is writing this for me as I lay in the hallway outside the door. I sleep alot. Sometimes my Mom runs over to me because she thinks I've stopped breathing. My Mom loves me so and she is so sad. Sometimes she just holds me and cries. I wish I could tell her what I want, but I can't. I come over to her sometimes and just barely touch her with my muzzle. I can't tell her what it best for me and she doesn't know. For now, she is leaving it up to God.
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