It’s so hard watching my pets age. Max de dogg is 15, can’t hear well, can’t see well, has some heart issues, allergies and gimps around a bit. Lately, he’s had some poo issues (thankfully in the easily swiffered kitchen) but I can see him really really slow down. I know the time will come in the relative near future where he won’t be with us and it makes me sad. I love that dog. Truly.
Ex-boyfriend Charles and I fell for him hard when we accompanied our friend Julie to the vet’s office after her dog was hit by a car. Max was in the cage above her dog and we amused ourselves by talking to him while Julie loved on her doggie. Come to find out, Max had been hit by a car also and had a broken leg but his owners didn’t want to pay for the treatment (or couldn’t, not sure) and left him.
We wanted to take him that night but because he had been left by his previous owners, he had to go to the shelter for three days in the event they wanted to claim him. (Whatever.) We were there before they opened on the day we were allowed to adopt him and ran off with him before anyone else could.
Turns out, during his brief stay at the shelter, he contracted distemper and was so so sick. We were almost positive we were going to lose him. He made it through, though and it’s been a love thang ever since. He’s the best dog and even when I changed boyfriends from Charles to Duty, he faithfully agreed to love Duty as much as he had Charles. In fact, he and Duty have a bond that is so strong, it’s amazing to me. They love each other unconditionally.
Sometimes he drives me crazy with his in/out routine but when I’m sitting in the stairwell comforting him because a big storm is upon us, I feel all that “crazy-driving” melt away. He’s just the best dog I could have ever asked for and I love him with all my heart.