It won't be Christmas this year with him over by the Trellis-Bench I built while he watched, three years ago, instead of sprawled comfortably, one forepaw crossed over the other, in his suave and cosmopolitan manner, next to the tree. Life will go on, and gifts will be exchanged, but without Max, a spark will be missing.
This Spring, my son Jack and I are hoping to finally wear down the Dutchess to let us contact the New England OES Rescue League and see if we can get another of this marvelous breed to try and fill the paw prints that Max left in our hearts.
Merry Christmas to all of you and all of you lucky enough to have your "Best Friend" still with you, give 'em a hug for me! THANKS!
It is these type of individual mannerisms that that make the best memories of my dogs. They are all one of a kind.