Tomorrow is Max's deathday, dec 24th 1993-dec 13th 2003
My poor baby was wrongfully taken from me. The vets were sure He'd be with me another 5-10 years due to his good health (his bowls were messed up, but nothing deadly or painful)...
It took me until the summer 2005 to start to deal with his death, as burring him was a bloody nightmare from hell. I felt haunted by his death all the time & from time to time I still do. The nightmares are 100% gone, I hardly ever cry anymore.
The biggest thing that hurts me right now is that I'm 500km away from his grave site I haven't gone near his grave since I burried him, but I stood in the driveway & in the horse field & looked at his grave tree from a distance. James checks the site every spring to make sure he hasn't come up or a wolf hasn't dug him up.
I'm glad so many strangers helped me that day & several from PT aswell & still do.
I am making an online game & Max is the theme SO I'm much better.
Here are a few reminder photos of my big baby
months old on a trip to PEI
Rocky, Tonya, Me & Max
He loved wearing things
Too cute for words
His sexy gift swap gift
GO Spartins GO!
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