Saying Goodbye

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.



Love,
Jerri