Our Baby Max
by Patti Miner.........................................
We remember the 11 happy years we shared with Max. All the long walks, car rides, cuddles, and his floppy ears. His tail was rather short, but his eyes remained bright. He always followed us from room to room and brought so much light.
He provided so many laughs, smiles, and finally tears. All his family wanted was many more years. God, please take care of our Max. His dinner must be on time on this red pillow no doubt. If its late his gentle voice will likely shout.
Please take care of him until we arrive. As we know he not got forever, he just now became alive.
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