two years ago me and moi found the most amazing dog.
He was this big ol' teddy bear. A lil' shy, but he had the sweetest face. We just loved him so much and knew he was the dog for us. He was so big for being a puppy, but he was ours. It was so funny cuz there was a couple at the rescue also looking for a puppy and when we spotted them looking at our "max" we rushed over and picked him up and said this is our dog!
The next few days we had the funniest, goofiest dog. The girls LOVED him and he was such a gentle giant.
Then three days later, I noticed he was not feeling so good. I took him to the vet, and it was the worst news I could have heard. My poor puppy had parvo. What?! How?! Why?! Is he gonna get better?!
I couldn't believe this puppy who had such a hard life, came to us only to leave us 3 days later to be hospitalized. On day 3 that max was in the vet, they called us and said he's almost ready to go home, but I still had an ugly feeling. Something wasn't right. Then minutes later they call us to tell us max was barking like crazy and then stopped breathing. My heart sank and I knew. My poor puppy had lost his battle he fought so hard for, to parvo. I think the worst part was not visiting him in the hospital. I hate that I never saw him before he passed. It somehow attacked his heart, which is very uncommon, but our max had it. We had his ashes put in a box with his name on it and they had his adorable lil' paw in plaster for us to keep.
So today I miss him. I picture his last few breaths all by himself and it kills me. The waterworks start and I can't stop them. I miss that doggy so much. But I know he's in doggy heaven looking over all our others doggies.
RIP my sweet max
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