Max



December 1992-May 2005

I lost my Max last night after he fell ill two days ago and was diagnosed with terminal cancer. He was a 12 1/2 year old beagle and lived with me for 11 years. He made me happy just by laying in the sun on the deck, or next to me at the table while I was doing paperwork, or walking with me thru the neighborhood, the alleys, and near the creek that runs near my house and where we saw rabbits, raccoons, cats, squirrels, gophers, woodpeckers, cardinals, and other critters, some of which were chased (with no success). We watched together the seasons change, and we got to know neighbors that lived several blocks away and some of their furry friends.

Max loved to run out when there was freshly fallen snow and jump around in it, and made me smile many times in milder weather when returning from one of our walks I would turn around and see him rolling in the grass, like saying: "This walk was great!" He would also make me smile when he would come up and come and fetch me to go to play. Our games were innocent, like my throwing him milk bones that he would catch and eat.

Every morning I would come downstairs and he'd be lying on the couch, and wag the tip of his tail when I'd start greeting him. Then he'd stretch and roll on his back, and wait there until I gave him a little kissy.

Max made me a much happier person and became my family. I will never forget his little soul and I do hope I was a good mummy to him. Maxi my sweet, may your star shine wherever you are and may my love comfort you forever. Forgive me if I ever failed or didnt understand you, and know that you were, are, and will always be deeply loved.

Your Mumbi