remember that neighborhood dog around the corner that I was blogging about early in the year? I haven’t given an update on him for so long so this posting is long overdue.
Around June, I saw Max outside of the stairwell for the first time. He was on a walk with his owner and I could tell his arthritis had gotten really bad. I have been in touch with another dog-lovin’ woman, who visited Max everyday to feed him, give him glucosamine for his arthitis, and say hello. I felt so much better knowing that other people were also watching out for him.
About a week after my dear Sequoia passed over to the other side, Max also passed away. Someone told us he was put to sleep because he could barely walk. I thought it was the right thing and right time to do it. For the last few weeks of his life, he couldn’t even get up to say hello to me, like he usually does.
I am so glad he is free from pain and in a happier place, where he can roam free and where he is surrounded by love whereever he goes.
