Max first appeared on The Daily Corgi’s facebook page a few weeks back, when he started having seizures and was reacting badly to the meds the vet gave him. His Dad Todd G. turned to others in the on-line community for support, and as always, Corgi Nation came through.
If all the love in the world were enough to save a precious dog from leaving this world too soon, Max would still be here with us.
I followed Max’s journey over the next few weeks, as Todd and his wife had their hopes repeatedly raised and dashed. Max had the soul of a fighter. And a lover. Being a part of his last days was an honor for me, but what do you say when good people face such senseless pain? As one eloquent reader wrote, “there is only pain and love”.
If Max’s story teaches us anything, it’s that love is bigger than pain. When the pain passes, and it always does, what remains is love. Pure, soul quenching love; the only kind a dog knows how to give and call forth from those lucky enough to love him back.
“You know how they say once in a while a dog enters your life and changes everything? For me there was such a Dog” writes Todd. “Maximillean came into my life as a little fuzzy puppy, just months old. He chewed on my flip flops, slept in my shoes, all those Corgi things. We grew together and sadly, had to part last Saturday.”
“During our journey together, Max taught me a great many things. Things that only a Dog can teach you. Patience, Unconditional Love, Pure and Simple Joy, Happiness of a companion/pup, and Gentle Tenderness. I believe our souls were meant to be together. He was put in my life to teach me these things. Max taught me and he changed me.”
“When he began having seizures, his health declined very rapidly, despite the medicines. Amid the agony of the decisions, of watching my best friend suffer, of wondering what I was doing wrong, I had to ask Max to tell me what he wanted.”
“Mind you, Max could ALWAYS could tell me what he wanted. We communicated better than a lot of humans I know. The slightly cocked to one side look, the lifting of one paw, the wiggly nubbins, that waggy tongue and heart melting smile. But this was different. I had to have him tell me what I needed to do, because I simply didn’t know.”
“On Friday morning, I asked him. He licked my nose and whined a word (yes a word) … “go”. I knew exactly what he was telling me. Bawling, I set up the appointment. On Friday I had to work, so my wife stayed with Max to comfort him, and when I got home, I lay with him on the floor all night. I talked, hugged and kissed him. He was only hanging on for me and our family.”
“On Saturday, April 6th 2013, at 11:15 am Los Angeles time, Max crossed peacefully with us by his side. As I held him, I sang the little song I used to sing him while taking him for truck rides. I was kissing him and as he left this world, he breathed his last breath directly into my face. In the Hawaiian culture of which I am a part, the breath — the”ha”– is the Spirit. Not only did Max wait for me to say goodbye, he gave back to me his Spirit.”
“I miss him deeply, the click-click of his nails, his sitting on my foot. Max lived up to his name and went beyond to teach this dumb ol’ human how to love his precious Corgi so very much. Maximillean, you are to me the very best. Daddy loves you Maxi, my sweet precious boy.“
“My thanks and gratitude go out to all the nice people in Corgi Nation who have been so supportive.”