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And he’s beautiful
Max will always be first – in my life, in my heart, in my soul. He will always be my beautiful boy, the one I promised I would never leave. He didn’t like to share, his toys, his food, his … Continue reading
His name is Maverick
And he’ll be coming home in a few weeks. My empty, aching heart spoke last week, asked a friend where she got her dog. She gave me the name of the breeder, I called and he has a litter. We … Continue reading
When the time is right
When we decided to get a puppy, everything came together in a matter of days. We brought Max home two weeks after deciding we needed a Golden Retriever in our lives. Ten years, 8 months and 9 days later, Max … Continue reading
A month ago
But it seems like yesterday, and a lifetime, all at the same time. I’ve learned that I have amazing friends. I’ve learned that grief has no limits, that tears don’t stop, that the simple act of breathing is enough to … Continue reading
Two weeks
and I still look for you when I get home I still find myself thinking, “I don’t need to eat all this chicken, I should save some for Max.” I called to you to day to come get cheese. I … Continue reading
He’s home
We picked up Max’s ashes this morning. I expected to fall completely apart – that happens on a regular basis these days. Strangely, I didn’t. I cried in the car, as Bear held the bag with the two boxes … Continue reading
One week
And my heart is still in pieces. One week has passed and it hurts more now than it did the night you left. I look for your sweet face, I sniff the air trying to catch your scent, I … Continue reading
without you
You made me whole Bear took the broken pieces of my heart and held them tight till they were healed. He put me back together when all the world seemed determined to break me apart and keep me broken. For … Continue reading
The Rainbow Bridge
There’s a new angel tonight at the Bridge Run free, my sweet boy. Find your friends and play bitey face And let me know you’re okay now I will love you forever
Trying to believe in miracles
Yesterday, Max was feeling the effects of chemo. He was tired, no appetite, little joy. This morning, it seemed the same. And then I mentioned a walk, and a ride, and suddenly his breakfast seemed marvelous and necessary and … Continue reading