Mom and Doug are putting Max to sleep tomorrow. I know he won't be suffering any more, but it's hard knowing my big, furry, four-legged baby will be gone.
I feel I've come to terms with it as much as I can at the moment. He is sick, he's hurting, and his body is giving out. As much as it hurts knowing he will be gone, it's better that he's at peace and surrounded by love when he goes. Thank you, Max, for the nine years of love and laughter you have brought to your family.You are one of a kind and I'm blessed to have had you in my life. I'll remember you with warmth, and I'll love you always.
Goodbye sweet baby boy.