If you are fortunate, God gives you one nearly perfect dog during your lifetime. Non dog lovers may not understand this, but a dog truly can be your best friend. My family has been a fortunate one. We had our beloved Maxwell, aka Maximilliano, Maximus, Maxie, Maxer Pracsir (we totally made that one up), in our lives for 14 wonderful years until he died one year ago today. Max was unique because he somehow managed to be the best friend to five people without ever making any of those five jealous of the attention he bestowed on the others. Maxwell had a sixth sense of when we were feeling down and he would do his best to spend time with us to lift us back up. And of course he loved it when we were happy and would join in with our fun in a second's notice.
He had so many funny traits. He was a big dog and he adored to help us carry things in his mouth when we took him for walks. He was happiest carrying a bag of something and would wag his tail and wiggle his butt as he walked - as if he was telling the world "Look at me. I can help too!" Or when we would come home at night he just had to take our purses and run through the house with them, often dumping the contents as he went. But we never ever minded. We loved it.
There are so many Max stories to tell. And we will tell them as the my daughters and I have a plan for doing just that. But for today, we celebrate Max's life and we want him to know how much we miss him! We will forever miss him. In the tradition of the Mexican celebration for the Dia de los Muertos, we too believe that Max somehow is still with us. We love you Max!