I know it was the right thing to do, but it doesn't lessen the suck level any. Three surgerys have failed to correct the knee and hip problems he has been experiencing since he was a pup, and the much needed pain medication seems to have taken years off his lifespan (this photo was taken when he was four years old though he looks like he is 10). This was a risk my parents knew going in, but we all wanted our beautiful boy to be able to walk on the beach and be happy the time he did have on this Earth - it just turned out to be a lot fewer walks than we expected.
I can't imagine what it is going to be like going to mom and dad's house and not seeing this mound of hair waddling over to me. But I know his spirit lives on in that house, and I can guarantee his dog hair will find a way onto our clothes for years to come. And thankfully, dad buried him near the hot tub, overlooking the ocean, so we can all sit back and have a Corona w/him - just like we used to do.
Luv U Max. Woof.
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