Good Dog

I love dogs. My favorite books and movies as a kid were about dogs and their undying devotion to their owners (Where the Red Fern Grows was my favorite book for years). So when Darren and I got married 7 years ago, our first gift to ourselves was a rescue dog named Max. We had gone to the Humane Society in Louisville in search of a great big dog to bring home, but after looking around, we were struck by this cute little beige dog that would just watch people go by, with none of the anxious yipping and barking of the others. He just watched and wagged his curled tail. During his, uh, audition for us, he immediately went outside to the lawn and rolled over. He did this for about a full minute before he decided it was time to pay attention to us. We took him home and kept the name of Max.


Max had been given up by his previous owners at the age of five due to his massive anxiety issues. He was the most awesome chill dog when people were around, but would go absolutely bonkers when he was scared and people weren't around. We went through several kennels, couches, and rooms of carpet over the past seven years. He also went to the doggy shrink and was placed on sedatives, but we hated the side effects and gave those up.

About six months ago, I noticed that Max was having trouble getting up the stairs. He kept getting weaker and weaker until he could barely stand for any length of time. He had also gotten extremely thin, dropping from his adult weight of 42 lbs to 28 yesterday. As with humans, their are very few options available for the treatment of spine disorders. So with heavy hearts, we said goodbye to Max, two days shy of our 7th wedding anniversary. I'll miss our walks, his openness to wear any stupid thing I would put him in, and his big brown eyes and curly tail. Goodbye buddy.


Also see Darren's blog.