Monday, October 28, 2013
You think dogs will not be in heaven? I tell you, they will be there long before any of us. ~ Robert Louis Stevenson
This past week Max began showing signs he wasn't feeling well, around Wednesday. He wouldn't eat or drink, he had no energy. He lost his luster and his shine and his eyes became dull. My son was out of town for a week's vacation with Dear Hubby so getting Max to the vet and trying to get him some help fell on my daughter-in-law and me. By Friday he was very ill. She took him in earlier in the day, then I took him back Friday evening so they could give him an IV to try to sustain him until the next morning when the Veterinary Hospital opened. By Saturday morning, he was in pretty desperate shape. We took him in, and to make a very sad story short, we had to have him put down. He was barely hanging on to life when he arrived at the hospital.
So...Maxie will never be slipping out of the door again and frisking off into the distance. He'll never come and sit beside me early in the morning on the days I take care of my grandsons, laying his head on my lap while we wait for the boys to awaken. He doesn't need to worry about obeying the word "Come!" anymore. I'm sure in his little corner of doggy heaven he's free to run and enjoy himself as much as he wants to. I'm sure he's there to give some little angel boy or girl all the love he bestowed on us here on earth. And I'm sure, on the day each of us gets to heaven, he'll be there waiting at the gate to welcome us home.