In 1999 my husband and I went to pick up the puppy we had on hold which we were so excited about. We had spent years trying to find the right dog for us. When we got to the kennel at our local Humane Society to pick up our ‘on hold pup’, there out of nowhere came a little ball of fluff with a blue bandana wrapped around his neck begging for our attention with no intention of stopping. He was the brother to the one we had on hold, though we hadnt seen him the day before. Blue bandana dog stole our hearts and instantly without a hesitation on either of our parts we knew HE, later to be named Max, was the one we had been waiting for for all those years.
From Estes Park to walking Highway 70 West Bound, literally walking on the snowpacked roads as the roads were shut down to weather he was a lover of the snow and the rain. His favorite thing to do was to walk in the rain, pouring rain was even better. More times than I can count Id look out the window and see my husband pushing the stroller with our youngest child covered up and Max in tow walking in the rain. Nothing but giggles and yelps from all three.
When our children were each born he snuggled right into the new routines each time around. Licking their little toes to letting them dress him up. How he would just sigh and play along. He was our protector from the start right up until the end. He made his presence known. What a strong but gentle, handsome companion he was.
Max died in my arms at home. Not a whimper made not a fight given. Just final moments filled with pure love. We will always be thankful for the experience Home to Heaven provided. They were angels sent early to help us all.
We love you Max, Maxwell, Pooh Bear…………..Love Marc, Sarah, Hannah and Dylan