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Leave a bone for In Memory of Max
Quick Bio:
Birthday:
January 1st 2002
Likes:
Max loved his mom, his meals and his walks
Pet-Peeves:
Did not like it when I left the house!
Favorite Walk:
Max loved walking near our home in the park with Blade
Best Tricks:
Max and Blade could spin in unison...synchronized rotty spinning
Arrival Story:
I became the guardian of Max through in Washington State. Max had a hard life and had a terrible separation anxiety issue. He had rather destructive behaviors like tearing up a whole sofa, and ripping a queen size mattress to shreds..No one wanted him...I took him on thinking I must be insane, but through time, crate training, and lots of love, Max showed me what a great dog he really could be! He was very protective and the most loving dog ever!. He could lay his head on my lap, look up in my eyes and know that I would not be able to resist giving him a kiss and a hug...such a beautiful boy.
Bio:
Just under a year ago, I discovered Max had hip and knee problems that eventually left him in terrible pain... The hardest thing I've ever done in my life is find the courage and selflessness to let him go when he was just over 3 years old. Max left us on April 3, 2005. I miss my boy...
I know you're waiting at the bridge baby....
Forums Motto:
Max will always be in my heart
I've Been On Dogster Since:
| July 3rd 2005 |
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More than 6 years! |
Rosette, Star and Special Gift History
Dogster Id:
165050
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July 4th 2005 11:27 am
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Treat me kindly, my beloved friend, for no heart in all the world is more grateful for kindness than the loving heart of me.
Do not break my spirit with a stick, for although I should lick your hand between blows, your patience and understanding will quickly teach me the things you would have me learn.
Speak to me often, for your voice is the world’s sweetest music, as you must know by the fierce wagging of my tail when your footsteps falls upon my waiting ear.
Please take me inside when it is cold and wet, for I am a domesticated animal, no longer accustomed to bitter elements. I ask no greater glory than the privilege of sitting at your feet beside the hearth. Keep my pan filled with fresh water, for I cannot tell you when I suffer thirst.
Feed me clean food that I may stay well, to romp and play and do your bidding, to walk by your side and stand ready, willing and able to protect you with my life, should your life be in danger.
And, my friend, when I am very old, and I no longer enjoy good health, hearing and sight, do not make heroic efforts to keep me going. I am not having any fun. Please see that my trusting life is taken gently. I shall leave this earth knowing with the last breath I draw that my fate was always safest in your hands.
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