Goodbye Max

Sierra, left, greets Max on the day we brought him home from the animal shelter in January 2006.
Sierra, left, greets Max on the day we brought him home from the animal shelter in January 2006.
Max and I hike near Utah’s Butler Wash in October 2006.

Maximum Speed Boulevard, our male Chihuahua since January 2006, has died. He was about 15 years old.

We originally adopted Max from the Pontotoc Animal Welfare Society (PAWS) on January 7, 2006, one day before he was slated to be euthanized (which PAWS no longer does). One of Abby’s coworkers told us about him, and Abby took her nephew to the shelter and got Max.

Max was a great pet. He was a trash dog and a burglar alarm, and when he was younger, dug out of the front yard several times every spring.

Max travelled with us to numerous locations from the glittering Cosmopolitan Hotel in Las Vegas, the deserts of the Four Corners region, Christmas in New Orleans, the Great American Eclipse in Park Hills, Missouri, and even to the east coast of Florida.

At one point on one of the Florida trips, we thought we’d lost him, but someone opened the pantry door, and there he stood.

Max’s long-time sister Sierra died fourteen months ago.

As you can see in this recent image, Max is tired, old, and blind.
As you can see in this recent image, Max is tired, old, and blind.

His health was failing in the last couple of years. He couldn’t hear or see, was reliant on two drugs for his heart and his joints, and was no longer able to leap onto couches or laps, which he did like a spider when he was young. His teeth were mostly going or gone. He was prone to yelping at the door when I was outside mowing, and in recent weeks got lost trying to find his food bowl.

After putting it off repeatedly, we decided to put him down. He was a great dog.

Max and Sierra sit on one of our couches last year. Both these great dogs have passed away.
Max and Sierra sit on one of our couches last year. Both these great dogs have passed away.

4 Comments

  1. Always a shame to hear about such a necessity, but you did you the best thing for him. What a fantastic tribute; there are a lot of people who don’t get such a fine remembrance.

  2. Oh how my heart aches for you. I have no idea what will happpen to me if that time comes – They are the only thing that keeps me alive every single day. I bleed for you – and know that hollow feeling of the next weeks. Always remember to build a memorial for him, so that at least YOU know where he is.

    I love you both my dear, and I will say a prayer to the One only TRUE GOD: Every single one of them from every part of the corner. We hae turned church into captalism; the only person I can think of that did not do that are the original 11 who went out – but there is more spokes on the wheel than you can count – and every spoke is going to the exact same center. We are just walking along the rungs of a wagon wheel. My heart hurts. I’m so so sorry. love, p

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