If you have met me in the last 11 years. All you would have to do is look towards my knee, there was a small black poodle named Max.
He was the one always beside me.
He was beside me as I moved from my parents home for the first time.
He was my first roommate.
He was the one who made my first house feel like a home.
He was the one that helped me decorate by moving all pillows and blankets to his liking.
He was my doorbell, by letting me know when someone was near as my doorbell never worked.
He was my taster, by sampling all the meals I ever cooked.
He was my fitness instructor by deciding when it was time to return from walks that seem to last hours.
He was my alarm clock, he always advised when the day was to begin.
He was my confident. He knew things about me that no one else ever will.
He was my pillow to cry on. As my father laid dying, he always was there to wipe my tears with his gentle kisses. As he himself was dying, he rendered the strengh to again lick my tears aways with his kisses.
He was my most reliable friend. I never had to ask. I never had to return the favor, and I always knew Max would be there for me.
He was my baby. I loved and cared for Max more then he will ever know. But not more then he would understand because I always received 110% in return.
He was a small black velvet hair poodle with the brightest eyes I have ever see. Inside and out, Max was my beauiful boy.
Do you know Max? He was my all of these things. He was my joy.

God Bless You Max
June 30, 1996- October 06, 2007