On Holy Saturday
back in 2006, we brought Max the beagledog home.
His ashes now sit on my desk as I write this, a pawprint in baked clay on top it, like a cookie made out of a puppie’s love.
I miss Max.
That is all.
Saturday 04 Apr 2015
I miss Huck and Greta and Abner and Daisy and my Max, and I am comforted by Leni. As you say, they are all my favorite dog. Hang in there.
Most of us have been privileged to have pets, “the children of our hearts.” They never get to stay as long as we would like.
You did your best by Max and he did his best by you. And you will see him again in the fullness of time.
Might be time to start considering a new adoption in your family. I hope you go to the shelter and bring home a dog — or a couple of dogs, every dog needs a dog of his own, you know. Rescue a couple of dogs, enrich your life.
Wishing you all best in what I know must be a very difficult time …
Jenny
Dud, it’s been years. I still miss Schmoo.
It still hurts.
Hang in there, Og.
May you have a beautiful and Blessed Easter. God bless.
Happy Easter, my friend.