Our beloved Max ...
I would like to tell you about my Max, if I can through all of these rascally tears. My wife and I got him and his sister Brinksie just over nine years ago. They were brother and sister. I know everyone thinks their dog is the best, but these two were, (Brinksie is still with us,) extraordinary German Shepherd Dogs.
We were inseparable. Most of our friends deserted us, understandably so, since we were/are true "Dog People." We never left them alone overnight, and we trusted no one to "watch" them, and never placed them into a kennel.
I made all of their food, and still do for Brinksie. They had clean water every day, and there was two acres for them to rule and play in.
So why are we grieving Max?
It is the most devastating disease to watch a German Shepherd Dog endure. Degenerative Myelopathy. About a year ago, we saw changes in Max's gait, and his proprioception. For those of you who have suffered with your GSD with this, you know what that means. Max didn't know where his back legs were, so he would misstep. This is a very slow and progressive disease, and it took almost a year until day before yesterday; it was time to euthanize Max.
He was otherwise completely healthy, but could no longer mask his pain, as GSD's tend to do, and could not pull himself up.
So we took him to the veterinary doctor, and he was first injected with a strong sedative. About five minutes later, the euthanasia solution was introduced and he died very shortly thereafter.
We both cried over his body, for a long time, then it was time to leave. He will be cremated on Monday, and we will get his ashes shortly thereafter. We have the most wonderful pictures and memories of Max. We know that in time we will forget the very last days, and remember the other nine years of how wonderful this dog was. He gave more than we ever gave him. Instead of four ears at the window, then the mad dash out the back dog door to the yard to greet us, there is now just one set.
I just love this dog so much, and it hurts so much.