A couple weeks ago, the day I had been dreading finally came. It was time to say goodbye to my beloved Max.
To be perfectly honest, I would have kept him with me if I could. His cancer had gotten to the point where keeping him with me would have been the most selfish, hurtful thing I could do to him. I so wanted to be selfish. Like any dog lover, I wanted him to live as long as I would. That's not the way it works. It comes with the territory of owning a pet. The day will arrive when you have to let them go.
Max was 16 years old. For a lab, that is extremely old. He was rescued as a puppy and I did everything I could to make each one of those sixteen years full of love, comfort, and happiness. I know I received unconditional love from him for each one of those years.
With a broken heart...Rest in peace, Max. You are so dearly loved.