My wonderful Maxsie, who was very sweet, intensely loyal, and had a great air of nobility about him, passed away this morning. He died peacefully in his sleep at my mother's house at seventeen years of age. He would have been eighteen years old on April 1, 2010.
Whenever I would go home to visit my mother, Maxsie always loved to spend time with me on the couch while I'd blog on the internet. He'd get transfixed by my fingers typing on the screen, lick my fingers, look up at me, and whine for attention. I'd laugh, pick up Maxsie, find his favorite bone stick to play with, and get down on the floor to play with him. He loved to be petted, scratched by the ears, and held up in a big hug.
He was the kind of dog that was very huggable. He was sweet, loved strangers, would go up to them and wag his tail in anticipation of being petted. With babies, he just went crazy for them, and would lick their feet, and stand guard over them even though he was a diminutive eight pounds.
Max was the kind of dog that would curl up by you whenever you were sad, and give you comfort. That helped me get through middle school when I was teased about my deafness and called all sorts of names. In high school, I loved taking Max out in my car whenever I wanted to go for a drive in my '98 Honda Acura Legend. We'd stop by Baskin-Robbins in the summer so I could pick up a sample of vanilla ice cream for Max to lick.
He loved going on family vacations with us to New Mexico, and most of all, he loved his companion, Suki, who passed away a year ago due to a heart defect. Here's a picture of them below together.
Max, I'm going to miss you terribly, but I'm glad you passed away peacefully in your sleep, and that you'll be joining Suki over the Rainbow Bridge.