Today was the worst day, in nearly all of my life. I lost my best friend this morning. I can hardly type this third sentence without choking with sobs. I feel ridiculous, because Max was just our big black dog. He has existed 13 out of my 15 years, and today my heart was broken.
He's been really, really sick over the last week and my mom has only cried over him. He ws bitten by some unknown snake six times. He kept getting bloody noses/bathroom, he couldn't walk.. It was a very messy, very stressful week.. Gorey as well..
This morning ruined my mother and I. She was devastated. At 6:45, he flew.~ We knew it was going to happen.. We just didn't want it to. I kissed Max on the cheek, and laid on the floor with him for about ten minutes. The worst part was I couldn't close his eyes. They wouldn't shut. I lifted his head and it was so heavy. I whispered to him that I'd take care of Mom like he has, and just plain sobbed. I sobbed for the next hour, and the first three hours of school, and now I'm home and his body no longer rested in the hall, but in a field by our old farm.
His son, the only puppy of the litter we kept, Bentley took it pretty hard too.. He kept trying to drop a stuffed animal in front of Max, and nudge him. Then he brought Max a pillow. I left the house for the school bus with a last shot, seeing Max with a red blanket over him, a stuffed dog under his paw and my mother crying harder and louder than I have ever seen laying next to him.
Words can't describe the pain I'm in. They can't.
Rest In Peace, Max.
I love you more than anything in the world.
November 2nd, 2000 ~ September 17th, 2013.
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