...I really miss my Max. My precious pound puppy. He and our rescued kitty Nicky died months apart. Digging through some old Christmas vid. I found out I had captured my adorable Max's last Christmas with us. Somehow, I thought he would live forever. Actually he did live for eternity. Max should have never been on the adoption floor of the Texas Human Society that day, he was very sick. He had a horrific upper respiratory system, covered in blood engorged ticks, and infested with fleas and other creepy crawlys. I gave him 14 years that he would not have had. It was because of Max I advanced my degree and moved to the middle of nowhere. I wanted a little house for Max and I to live in. Someplace quiet, with a garden, and lots of things to sniff.
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