May 22, 2012
In 2003, I was rescued by a senior greyhound whose name at the time was Terry. He was definitely not a Terry and became the extraordinary Maxwell - my best friend, companion and confidant. On April 9th at 16+ years old, I lost my friend and have an unbearable hole in my heart.
Max was such a character and had so much personality. He lived with 2 cats and for the last 4 years a miniature dachshund named Molly. I couldn't have asked for better animal harmony. They were family and Max was the patriarch. As expected, there is a permanent dent in the couch and the bed where Max liked to snooze but he also never missed the chance to greet someone at the door, eat a meal, run outside or just see what everyone else was up to.
Max was a black greyhound with white markings. Over the years he got grey - as did I.
I will forever miss Maxwell and hope that he is running free now and that someday I will see him again. I love you Max and we all miss you...
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