Wednesday, July 09, 2008

My dear old friend

I was going to write a huge list of memories of our little dog, Max, who died peacefully today after a long and fruitful life, and I'm sorry to say, a sadly painful past few months. The list will have to wait; it is too hard to write right now.

Anyway, it got to be impossible to square the profoundly arthritic and out-of-it little guy with the vibrant hunter of rabbits and grasshoppers and nefarious food thief he'd been for so many years.

He wasn't always a well-behaved dog, but he was a very good dog.

I only wish I also had photographic evidence from one of the *two* Christmases he helped himself to the Swedish meatballs while standing on the dinner table. ... Or the induced vomiting after the pig-out on chocolates; or video from the two (or was it three?) days of amped-up Max after he broke into the bag of coffee beans; or the hopping behind me in my snowshoe tracks when he was tired out after a run along the Lamprey River in winter, or...


SquirrelGurl said...

He's probably across the rainbow bridge chasing rabbits and grasshoppers right now... He was a great dog and he'll be truly missed.

May he rest in peace...

lulu said...

I'm so sorry to hear of your loss. Losing a pet is so hard and it seems like you two really make your pets part of the family.



Anonymous said...

oooh... little maxie.

he was a wonderful dog. i have a warm spot in my heart for this curious, furry, wet-nosed friend.

my condolences.

Alasdair said...

Thank you very much... I miss him, but your words soothe the hurt. He was, for sure, part of the family, and he sure did have a wet nose! And cold, too, regardless of season, but especially in winter, like a soggy ice cube :)