Maxwell found us in January of 1996. We went to our local pound, and this little love machine kept giving us kisses and begging us to take him home. We looked at the tag on his cage and knew he was only days away from euthanasia if we didn’t save him. He spent the next 14 1/2 years showing us his undying love and gratitude for saving him from an awful fate.
Maxwell was always full of energy, love, and a sense of adventure. He spent his early years swimming in the pool on his own raft, and camping out with Mom and Dad in a tent. He loved fishing and boating, and didn’t seem to mind wearing his life vest if it meant he could stay and swim a little longer. He loved long trips in the truck. How many other dogs can say they’ve camped in Pennsylvania, Delaware, Connecticut, Virginia, Maryland, Ohio, Illinois, Kansas, Colorado, and even Canada?
In his older years he became the family’s elder statesman. He kept his younger brother, Oscar, in line, and took his job as watch dog very seriously. He would lay on his favorite blanket from Grammy, and keep watch at the door whenever Mommy and Daddy were out of the house or asleep upstairs.
Luckily, Maxwell loved to have his picture taken. We have thousands of pictures to help us remember Maxwell’s remarkable life. However, nothing will ever fill the void his passing has left in our hearts. There was only one Maxwell.
Sleep well sweet prince. You will never be forgotten, and we know you’ll be waiting for us at the Rainbow Bridge. We’ll be sure to bring the tent and your raft.
Kristen, Roy and Oscar Young