You Did Good Max!

by Yum
(USA)

Max was a Pug who was very strong-headed and difficult to care for all through his life. He only looked for me and waited for me. He sat by my side, on my foot, day by day.

Max was a good boy who waited until my leg got better and able to walk after I broke my ankle. "You must have been in such pain waiting for me, Max." He was a very good boy to let others take care of him during the bed resting time.

He was weak. He did everything that I asked him to do, because he wanted to get better.
He had lymphocyte leukemia for a while, the doctor said. That somehow exploded from okay to the worst very quickly.

Just 10 days after he was diagnosed, I had to make a decision to put him to rest. He suffered enough and it was time to rest in my arms forever. That was my decision and Max would have understood. He smiled while he was shaking during our last moments of "good bye."

He liked the word "good boy" and "you did good." I was very proud of him. He was 13 years old. He would have been 14 in May.

I realized that dogs do not live for themselves, they live for us. They worry about us until their death.

Max, he was a special Pug. Special for me.

I miss him. It has been only 1 week and I still feel like he will be here. He will not be coming back.

I will never forget him. I'm hoping that he is free and happy now and we will see each other again.