There has been a passing in my family.
Our loving Yellow Lab, Max, has been fighting to stay alive for the last 2 weeks and finally he was put out of his misery today. His kidneys, liver and spleen suddenly failed him today at noon. He became jaundiced and his breathing was strained and ragged. He couldn't walk anymore and he hadn't been eating for the past 4 days, went from 115lbs to 97lbs.
I was at school when my mom had to take me out of there and deliver the news. I sat in the back of the car with Max all the way to the animal clinic. The whole way there he laid his head on my lap... He was always my lap dog even though he was a big boy. Not fat, mind you. He was like me in that way, big, broad, substantial and clumsy. As he laid in my lap I talked, pet and sang to him. The only song that came to mind was Into The West by Annie Lennox. I cried and cried as I sang and stroked his head.
In a cruel and strange way, I found that I was wearing the SAME clothes I had on when I first got him from the animal shelter. Fate is very strange.
Seeing him being carried into the animal clinic was a harsh reality. Just this morning he was prancing around, happy to be getting a ride in the car. Then later he couldn't walk.
He was always a fun-loving, playful, sweet, smart boy. Whenever I'd take him out in the yard he'd do this crazy, crazy run. I could've petted him until his fur would fall out and he'd let me. He had the pinkest nose and the biggest feet. He was the most adorable pup. Whenever I was sad or angry he'd ALWAYS cheer me up, putting his head and paw in my lap. Carrying around my shoes(he was always so proud of whatever he was carrying.), wagging his tail so hard his whole body moved. He didn't care if he hit anyone else with his tail. Running out to the car carrying a toy whenever Mom, Dad or I would come home, whispering(Yes... actual whispering!), jumping around, barking, nuzzling under our arms and when he was a lil pup he'd gnaw on my arms till they bruised up.... He'd always give the best hugs and kisses. I wish you could've met him.
I stayed with him till the end, crying, petting, talking, kissing his head and nose. Just loving him... Then, two shots. He was gone. Asleep. Free of his pain and misery. I stayed with him for the longest time after that, a bawling mess with my mom. He was my baby puppy boy...
The house is so empty now. Yes, we still have our birds and chinchillas. But it is so quiet and hollow without him here to welcome me home with a big 'ol tail wag and a toy. I don't know how I'm going to get along without him. I loved, no, love him. I hope he knows that.
R.I.P. Max Baron. You were a wonderful, strong, handsome, giant-hearted boy. You will always be my "Puppy Boy" and no one will EVER take your place. You are very very missed. There is now a huge hole in my heart shaped like you. I will love you forever. I'll see you on the other side one day, my baby boy.