|Maxwell Peapod, 1998 - 2012|
They got there. They ran inside. The vet looked at Max and said that he was already gone. He must have died in the carrier on the way there.
I think Max planned it that way. I was away. Mario was at work. He didn't expect to be found; he certainly didn't want any more quality time with the doctor. I think he was tired and wanted to rest, without any more help from us.
It still rips me up that I wasn't here for him.
I leave you with the best of Max.
|He was a chick magnet.|
|Who still had time for his buddy|
|He took joy in sunshine|
|He had opinions on literature|
|He had no false modesty|
|He enjoyed a good pizza. Or any pizza.|
|Social media made him tired.|
|He could be comfortable anywhere|
|He thought deep thoughts|
|He took a gold in synchronized sleeping|
He will be missed.