Typically my first post under Maximus would be about Max, but I am so sad today because my family lost another one of our furry family members, my sister’s french bulldog. He was 9 and a half years old and he joined my father and my mom’s dog Layla, a beautiful and sweet boxer who we lost 2 months ago, somewhere over the rainbow. Losing these dogs is so heartbreaking because they have not become just a huge part of our lives, they have become our family, our best friends, our sons and daughters, and at times what seems to be my most important confidant. They are extremely important to us, but to them… we are everything. My first dog that was solely mine is Maximus, an italian greyhound that weighs in at 20 pounds and brings me an unmeasurable amount of joy. But I have been around dogs since I was in the womb. These animals bring a sort of unconditional love to everyone who has ever owned and loved a dog. Max came into my life when I needed him the most. For this, I will always be not only grateful but vigilant in taking care of him to my fullest and best capability. Only dog people understand what losing our dogs mean to us. If and when it is my time to go I hope that Maximus is there by my side to show me the way to the light.
Our beauty Layla