It is with heavy heart I have to report the passing of one of my best friends.
A little fellow that loved his friends with an enormous passion. A dog that could tell when my joints were soon to be on fire and would sit with me, licking my aching knuckles until the pain went away. He was always funny, even when he was trying hard to be taken seriously.
Omar’s Eclectic Maximillian
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Yes, Max is gone.
He’s been losing weight for a couple of weeks an yesterday he was so weak he couldn’t walk. Off to the vet…. The doctor found a mass in his neck bigger than a golf ball and a much larger mass in his belly. She told us our Little Man was very sick, in a lot of pain, and with little chance in the long run. He was only two years old!
We had to make a decision and though it hurt terribly, we made the one to end his suffering. Little Man, sleep well.
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I picked up his body a short while later, brought him home, and buried him comfortably in his bed OUTSIDE the fence. He is where we can see his resting place every time we go to the kitchen. This evening we will move a slab over his grave to insure his not disturbed by man nor beast.
Even writing this is hurting. Max was my little partner. He was always with me when I was hurting and stayed with me until I was better. Ruby, is mate, is beside herself with grief. Lady Beth is in agony. We shall always have a soft spot for Shih Tzus, and a big hole where Max took part of our heart.
Well, that is the story.
Bull*
