Max,aka Shiloh, aka Highway,  was found wandering along the highway by a local veterinarian about nine years ago.  He was in pretty bad shape, skinny and sickly.  The vet kindly took him in, named him Highway,  and nursed him back to health.  He had the run of the clinic and made friends with everyone.  This was not meant to be a permanent arrangement so she started looking for a home for him. 

He went home with a family that lived in the country.  There were other dogs, cats and various other animals, plus five kids to play with, it was a great place for a young dog.

One day the oldest of the children heard that their pastor was looking for a medium sized dog for his family.  This young teenager offered to give their dog (Whom they had called Shiloh, because he was a beagle.) to the pastor and his family.  It was a kind and generous offer and that is how we came to have Max.  We renamed him because we didn’t like his other names, besides, now he was our dog.

Max was with us for eight years.  My boys went from young middle school students, to young men in college during those years.  Two birds came and went, and our cat Allie, has just gotten older.  (She wouldn’t hardly come upstairs for the first two years.)  He has been a good dog, not much of a watch dog, and certainly not a guard dog, and not a hunting dog either, (loud noises scared him) but he was a well behaved, friendly dog.  I don’t think that I ever heard him growl at, and I never saw him snap at a single human being.  He would chase animals, but it was all in fun.  He wouldn’t hurt a fly.  He actually caught baby rabbits in the back yard and played with them.  He did not hurt them as far as I could tell. I don’t think they enjoyed the game as much as he did, but they survived it.

A little over a week ago I brought Max back to his old friend the vet.  He had a growth in his neck that concerned me. It turns out it was lymphoma.  The vet said that there wasn’t much to do, it was going to kill him, maybe three months.  I brought him home and we decided to spoil him rotten.  Unfortunately, as it turns out, it was a much shorter time.  Within days Max was having trouble breathing, then difficulty walking, then going to the bathroom, then he stopped eating.   Yesterday I took him to the vet for the last time.  We waited outside while the vet finished with the people who were there before us.  Max walked around the grounds, sniffed noses with a puppy that was in the back yard and then sat with me on a curb until the last customer came out with two big healthy dogs that wagged their tails and sniffed noses with Max.  Max walked in like he owned the place, although slowly and a little unstable, sniffed around a little and then it was time to say goodbye.  He went quickly and quietly, before the shot was even finished, he relaxed and laid his head on my arm, where I was holding him for the vet to do her job, a final act of kindness for this dog who was very, very sick.

Max is buried out in the country.  It is on the edge of a field, in the shade of the woods, with the home, (and kitchen) in sight.  He would have liked the spot.

6 Responses to “Max”

  1. Gloria Says:

    I loved the fact that we could take him for a long walk and not have to carry a plastic bag, because some things were only done in his back yard. It made for interesting times when we took him on vacation. 🙂 Also loved the way he would charge to the back door, barking up a storm, as someone came in the front. Not a guard dog for sure, but a great dog! We will all miss him.

  2. cgirod Says:

    Max wasn’t known as a smart dog 🙂

  3. Carolyn Says:

    But Max was a Great dog to have around. I’m sure Daisy will wonder where he is the next time we are together. Max will be missed very much!

  4. cgirod Says:

    Carolyn, Yes, Max and Daisy had a lot of fun together.

  5. Suzanne Says:

    I am very sorry for your loss.

  6. cgirod Says:

    Suzanne, thank you.

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