Our good ole boy, Max, passed away last Friday morning. He was almost 13. That's a lot of years of kids loving him and climbing on him and running and swimming and chasing birds. We reminded each other of how he would howl when a siren was close, how he loved having a water gun or hose shot into his mouth, and how he loved to chase cats. He loved to sleep inside with his boys and be where his family was. He loved to camp and hike and swim and snowmobile.
Max was a good dog. We miss him.
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Oh that brings a tear to my eye. It makes me remember when my dog, Lacy, died. Not an easy thing for a kid. Max was a good dog.
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