Hi guys....My dog, Max, was put to sleep this morning. It's been hard- I forget he's not coming to greet me at the door, smiling and tail wagging, every time I walk into the house. Sometimes I think I hear his panting in the house, but I look and look, and he's not there. I'm going to need a lot of support if I'm to continue writing any time soon....
He was born around August 1rst, 2005. We got him from a dog rescue group. Max (I named him that. *depressed sigh*), a chocolate lab, was thrown out of a car window in a bag with his sister while the couple that owned him was driving on the highway. He hit his head (That's why we blamed his inability to learn tricks on his scrambled brain.). I was watching The Grinch the night we got him, sometime in the first week of October, and that's why I named him Max after demanding to adopt him and having my request granted. He was a good dog. We nicknamed him "Shadow" because he shadowed, or followed, my mom around the house (and me, of course). Max was very playful, and absolutely LOVED walks. He jumped up and down whenever we said the magic word, "Walk!" around him. Max got fat because of my grandmother feeding him too much food and too many treats :P. I didn't care. He was my dog, and I loved him no matter what. One day, Max got tumors on his sides and throat. He went into surgery to get them removed, and survived. That was about 3 or 4 years ago. But, they came back. We got him looked at, but the vet said they grew out, not in, and were not harmful. Thus, we took him home, celebrated, and called him "Lumpy" because of the goiters forming lumps on his side. Eventually, age caught up with him. We did 2 video tributes to him, one 2 years ago, and one 1 year ago. I watched them this morning as my dad took him to the vet, and they made me cry. :( He started crying ever time he got up, so we decided to take him in. The vet said it was time, so she put him to sleep. I got to say goodbye to my baby this morning. It was very sad.