It’s been a long time since I gave you an update, and this is one of the hardest I will ever write.
My sweet Poodle boy, Max, was diagnosed with an inoperable brain tumor on September 6th. The best, and only, thing I could do was to say goodbye to him while he was still under anesthesia for the MRI that found the tumor.
He was 7-1/2 years old, and many of you knew him from our trip around the country, and our second trip to Silver City, NM the following winter.
Here is a tribute that my good friend, Buzz Masters, wrote about him:
“He was The Mayor of Deer Isle. He was Cary Grant in a dog coat, always up for a party, tuxedo slightly wrinkled, and if Maureen would have let him, a gin martini in a short stemmed glass.
Before a haircut, when he was shaggy and fluffed up, he did a damn good impersonation of a meatloaf. His innocent look, and tilted head, when pizza was missing from the counter did make you believe it was not him, and many a mouse was blamed for the loss of hamburgers, cheese, crackers, and the occasional apple.
On a walk, he was so fast, he was able to make it all the way out to Sheep Head Island before everyone else had gotten ten steps across the first beach.
We would see him, a small, bouncing speck way in the distance, not coming when he was called because he was having such a fabulous run.
When we would finally make our way out there, and he happily would greet us with a leap and a spin, Maureen would respond, ‘You %#€^*#! Where do you think you are going ?’.
His reply was always, ‘Well…right here, Mo. BEST DAY EVER!’
Best dog. Completely exuberant love of life and Maureen. Good friend to Finn, Piper, Dotty, and running companion/bunny chaser to Lewis.
Forever in our hearts.”
It sums him up perfectly.
My heart is so broken…
I have set up a youcaring site to help offset the staggering vet bills. If you want to help, please click on this link.