Maxie was my neighbors’ dog. But we were his family. He respected Jack, my brother dog, and played with our cat Shaw. The past four weeks, Ma gave him a bath every Saturday. His owners did not take care of him so each time I got the chance, I borrowed him. He always looked forward to that.
Last night, he passed away. I’m going to hate myself for not coming home 30 minutes early. It was clear he waited for me. In the morning I even promised him I’ll be back for him because he was already really sick yesterday but I had to leave for work. I have no words for how painful it is to lose a dog. I’m writing now because I don’t know what else to do. Do I blame my neighbors for not telling us one of their other dogs died from poison as they suspected, and they never bothered to have him checked? Ma said they probably just threw the other dog in the garbage truck. Do I blame myself because I wasn’t persuasive enough to Ma to adopt him? I’m mad at myself now, thinking of all the ways I could have saved him. But I know he wouldn’t want that. He’d want me to remember him as the happy and energetic dog — puppy (he’s not even half a year old) — that he was. So here are all my photos of him.
He learned to sit on command by watching Jack do it. I really miss him. Last Tuesday I carried him while I walked Jack. When he wasn’t sick, we played his favorite game during walks: Unahan Maxie! It’s when the three of us will run and see who wins the race. Of course it’s him as he was off-leash. He also loved rolling in the grass. I hope he’s doing that in Dog Heaven right now.
(It was love at first sight for me. Saw a kid playing with him; I asked for Maxie and nestled him on my neck.) Flashback: May 23, his first visit at home. ❤
We love you Maxie.