J and I had the pleasure of getting to know Max, a gentle Labrador mix, who would melt your heart, and though we only had the opportunity to dogsit him a handful of times, he certainly made an impression on both of us.
Max was already getting a tad senile–he’d wander aimlessly sometimes as though he couldn’t remember what he got up for originally– but it made him even more irresistible. He was recently diagnosed with congestive heart failure and began to go downhill rather quickly. The meds just could not get keep the fluid off, and the last time I saw Max, we had stopped by to let him out for a potty break. He was having a bad day, and we had to help him up off the floor. My heart ached as I knew it wouldn’t be much longer.
I desperately felt the need to see Max before we left for the trial last week, but unfortunately, we ran out of time and were not able.
Max passed away while we were out of town.
His mom is one of our professors, and I can not imagine how she felt as she had to rush Max to the vet after he took a turn for the worst, just hours before she was to fly to a conference (also in Louisiana, ironically.)
Rest well, sweet man.
Rest well, Max. You were a beautiful boy.