So, we adopted two labs. They had been deserted on a gravel road….to die. Who does that? I do not know but they have grown so much! I couldn’t imagine dropping 4 week old puppies off to die! We lost our sweet 12 year old Boxer…..on Fathers Day. My husband and I had just gotten back together recently and he had stayed the night. Max traded us off for our 2 year old son Drake. He had, had some seizures over his lifespan, so we tried to decrease his protein in his dog food, per recommendation of our amazing Vet.
His seizures slowed down. Things got better. He was my best friend and best dog I had ever had. Since losing him, I’ve had a void in my life. I miss him and even the smell of my dog when we would cuddle…..yes, I miss the smell of my dog. He had a scent to him that reminded me of home. I mean, I’d had him for 12 years and he was a clean, inside dog…that may have helped haha. He listened to every command, and after having him that long, he knew what he could and couldn’t do. He wouldn’t even try us…like our darling son does. He was protective of our son and would go check on our sleeping baby just as much as we did, or more. He was on the constant look out after bringing our precious bundle of joy home.
He was my nighttime protection when my husband worked nights, but also during the horrendous divorce. It was during that horrendous divorce last year, I found out my sweet Boxer had cancer. He said you can spend a ton of money (which I didn’t have), and maybe keep him another year or two OR you can take him home, love him, spoil him and enjoy another 6 months to a year. With those statistics, I took him home and spoiled that baby even more than he was already spoiled. We watched movies together and that 65 pound dog was my lap dog. He was my best friend, but he was also my husband and sons best friend too.
The night before Fathers Day, Max fell in the floor in the Living Room and just laid there. It seemed he couldn’t move but he kept looking at us with love. We gathered him up and took him to sleep with our son. We cuddled with him and loved on him, praying he would snap out of it, like he always had. He didn’t have labored breathing like his other seizures. We all fell asleep around midnight and Nick said, “I’m afraid this may be his last night.” I prayed it wasn’t so. Fathers Day morning, I went and checked on our old fella. He had crawled off bubbys’ bed, laid in the floor beside where bub was sleeping, and had peacefully passed in the night. It was heart-wrenching.
I still have that void in my home and heart. Nothing is the same. So we found these two labs that needed a home. We decided, a boy needed his dogs so we adopted both. They were siblings and inseparable. They are wild, crazy, senseless, but so precious. They are brats, but spoiled brats from our doing of course. My son absolutely loves them until they get too wild….they are only 4 months old, so they can become Tasmanian devils quickly, but they sure are precious! It still isn’t the same though.