Well, this weekend started pretty weird with an ice storm warning being posted in our area
Friday night and extended until Monday morning, thankfully Mother Nature took it easy on
us and nothing happened. Sunday the Bears beat Seattle in OT & I was happy...but that was
to be short lived. Our Dog, who had been acting goofy the past few weeks took a turn for the
worse. Monday night we had to put him down. Maxwell was 16 ( or 112 in dog years), one of those "mexican rat dogs" with a heart of gold and and inclined to get himself in trouble. My
wife took it really hard as Max was her "baby", I didn't cry...until today. Thoughts of Max
rush through my head, I try to remember the goofy ass things he did or the loving he wanted
when he would jump on your lap and curl up and want you to pet him. Or when you said
"Bedtime" and he'd race you to the bed. When my wife would come home from work all I
had to say was "Mommy's home!" and he'd run to the back door waiting for her with his tail
wagging. I keep feeling guilty "did we do the right thing?", the vet seemed to think so and
didn't think he'd make it. He was suffering & I was powerless to do anything about it. Right
now my wife & son & I are in mourning over our family pet. R.I.P. Maxwell, We'll miss you.
Friday night and extended until Monday morning, thankfully Mother Nature took it easy on
us and nothing happened. Sunday the Bears beat Seattle in OT & I was happy...but that was
to be short lived. Our Dog, who had been acting goofy the past few weeks took a turn for the
worse. Monday night we had to put him down. Maxwell was 16 ( or 112 in dog years), one of those "mexican rat dogs" with a heart of gold and and inclined to get himself in trouble. My
wife took it really hard as Max was her "baby", I didn't cry...until today. Thoughts of Max
rush through my head, I try to remember the goofy ass things he did or the loving he wanted
when he would jump on your lap and curl up and want you to pet him. Or when you said
"Bedtime" and he'd race you to the bed. When my wife would come home from work all I
had to say was "Mommy's home!" and he'd run to the back door waiting for her with his tail
wagging. I keep feeling guilty "did we do the right thing?", the vet seemed to think so and
didn't think he'd make it. He was suffering & I was powerless to do anything about it. Right
now my wife & son & I are in mourning over our family pet. R.I.P. Maxwell, We'll miss you.
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