People talk of where they were when Lennon was murdered. That moment for me was when I learned of Lane Staley's death over the FM radio, while working in a warehouse. I had another moment today, when I learned of Chris Cornell's death. Those are my two most beloved voices I listen to. I was hoping to grow old listening to them sing, but it wasn't meant to be.
I said goodbye to my friend of 13 years today. It is the most intimate I have had to become with death, as I have been lucky on the front. I have a heavy heart, but I am just so happy that he was part of our family. He was our first child, then didn't complain as he pushed down the pack position when the babies came along. My dog Max was a golden retriever - chow mix. Amazing gentle like a golden, yet a lounge lizard like a chow. He never had to be on leash. He was a loner; a rebel. He was a lover, not a fighter.
We adopted him from Mingle with the Mutts here in Columbus. Picture hundreds of dogs in one large lot. Max was in the middle of it all, a year-old, unfazed, confident, calm. We liked him and asked to be put on the list for him as others had wanted to take him home; in fact, several people. The foster owner chose us because while talking to us, Max leaned against me and let out a sigh, like he was home.
One of the humans Max adored was my father-in-law. Max said goodbye to my family today and shortly after, my father-in-law got his first hole-in-one at the age of 70. I am going to go forward thinking that it was not mere coincidence.
Some posters don't care for dog threads, but it is therapeutic for us and I always take the time to read others'. This is my turn to mourn.
So please, give YOUR dog that one extra treat and an little extra cuddling for me; pour one drink for my Max. He went by Max, Maxie, Maximilian, Lover Boy, My Baby Boy, and a few others. I am so glad that Max picked me on that day. Please take a moment and ponder how your four-legged friend "picked you."
I am going to miss you Max, but I will never forget you.