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| Smiling Max |
Less than a week ago, my children and I said goodbye to the sweetest soul. Max was our nine year old Golden Retriever.
Max was a constant for my kids and for me. He was always there. Always loving. Always accepting. Always more pleased with us than we were with ourselves.
And he was my buddy. I like to say Max and I were both old puppies. Though his snout turned white and he sighed when getting up or lying down, he was a puppy in spirit. He loved to explore. He was ever ready for new adventure, for new places and new people.
I've wondered since we said goodbye to Max if he might have been a guardian angel with blondish-red fur (that shed everywhere!). I'd like to think so.
Max was a constant for my kids and for me. He was always there. Always loving. Always accepting. Always more pleased with us than we were with ourselves.
And he was my buddy. I like to say Max and I were both old puppies. Though his snout turned white and he sighed when getting up or lying down, he was a puppy in spirit. He loved to explore. He was ever ready for new adventure, for new places and new people.
I've wondered since we said goodbye to Max if he might have been a guardian angel with blondish-red fur (that shed everywhere!). I'd like to think so.
We lost a friend. And watching my children hurt so badly
was difficult to say the least. But my purpose here - or at least in the posts to follow - is not to mourn. Nor is it
to memorialize the loss of my buddy who was with me through some pretty
difficult times. Instead, I want to reflect on some lessons I learned from Max.
So what follows in posts to come will be Lessons from Max. Each post will center on one theme or lesson.
We'll get started soon.
Miss you buddy!
For now...
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