(I had written this out with a google app and it got deleted, but here I go again)
SIR MAXWELL KINGSTON.
Oh little guy, how you touched every heart you came in contact with. I remember the day I seen his picture on craigslist and sent out the link to every one I knew, saying OMgosh. I seen his black and white fuzzy body and heart capturing eyes and knew I needed to contact the owner of this little angel pup.
My best friend was immediately recruited for the "road trip" to Fairbury, NE with me and the diva girls, Laura & Gracie to get our newest little family member. We chatted all the way there and laughed. I was so excited about a small dog I could dress up even though it was completely against everything any Male figure in my life told me would demasculine this dog. I thought otherwise. I always heard that the small dog thinks he runs the house and he would be totally fine with being dressed up in any outfit I bought him and never be embaressed. :-) (Later I found out, this was most definaltly true.) We also talked about names. If he was KING of the house, he needed a royal name. As soon as we got there. Sir Maxwell Kingston seemed very fitting. Max for short. Perfect!
We arrive in Fairbury and I had every intention of meeting Max and had a weekend away, was going to pay for him and make the trip back to pick him up. But as soon as we got there, they had him in a dog carrier OUT IN THE CAR and they were inside WITHOUT HIM. I was struck quite wrong. I seen him and he snuggled into my neck. I was like there is NO WAY I'm letting him stay there. I needed to take him to a place where he is cared for and loved. I handed the dog to AUNT MEGAN. And she offered to take him while we were in Omaha for the weekend. His first sleepover!! :-) On the way home Max cuddled into Megan's scarf and he was put in the backseat with the girls, where he was on their shoulders and all over the place trying to win the love that he already got when our eyes locked.
We had fun playing games with Max, dressing him up in his peace sign sweater, his little tuxedo, his cute little collar. We loved watching him and the Siamese cat Romeo run around the house and loved to watch his spunkiness.
If you never think you re-fall in love again with someone or something, I know this is NOT TRUE. I was sick with the flu and in bed and I ALWAYS had a no dog policy on the bed, but Max wouldn't have it. I let him in my bed and he slept on my pillow under the covers with me. When Laura tried pushing Max off the bed, Max kinda got crabby and growled abit at her, and WOULDNT move. Laura goes, don't you get mad at me, MAX! Made me giggle. Max wiggled in closer to me, like he was my little guard dog. Oh how it really did make me feel better to have his little warm body next to mine.
Maxwell lived with us til the week before Christmas, where I finally rethought about his happiness more than my own. I was at work and away from home 8+ hours at times. I feel WAY GUILTY about letting Max out of his kennel because he was not completely potty trained and Jerrod the girls father was in love with him just as much as anyone else that encountered him. So I let Jerrod take him. Max got to ride in the semi with Jerrod and sleep with him and be each others everything for almost a month. I was still okay with the living arrangements.
I got told by Jer, that poor Max had tonsilitis and he was getting sick and he had to take him to the vet. I was amazed dogs could even get this! Later on Jer said that Max had thrown up on his lap, and so he was still sick. Was very strange that tonsilitis was causing him such sickness. A few days later had a very bad phone call that brought me to absolute tears. Jerrod called me saying he was on his way home from Lincoln with Max because he had a siezure and he was on the way to the vet. Jer had a follow up phone call saying they gave him a shot to calm Max down and he took him home. I requested an update and was going to visit Max after work, I was in tears at work already. About an hour or so later, Jerrod called me saying his dad was on the way to the vet because Max had another seizure. I was trying to see the status of him, like if they had to put him down, I was going to leave work so I could go see him one more last time. About 10 minutes later Jerrod text me with the worst text. "he is gone". I was crying my eyes out. I never got to say goodbye. I didn't get how I could hold him in my arms and get kisses the night before to no more Max ever again. My heart was broken. For me, For Jerrod, For Zack, for the girls, Lucy the boxer, Jerrods family who got to see him, for anyone that knew Max.
Jerrod & I discussed on the phone what had happened with Max was a previous injury which could have been as simple as jumping off the bed...caused a blood clot that let loose and went to his brain. :-( I told Jerrod I would break the news to the girls because I knew Jerrod was already so very sad. I told the girls that Max had been really sick and they knew that from the morning when I was crying about it the first time. I told them Max got so sick that Jesus wanted to take Max to heaven so he didnt' hurt anymore. The girls tears made mine flow uncontrollably also. They wanted to know where he was buried so they could take him flowers just like they had done for my Grandma. I assured the girls this summer we would plant either a special bush or flowers or something to let us remember Maxwell anytime we seen it. They thought that was a great idea.
I learned life is short sometimes. Instead of being sad and upset that God took Max. We all have to be thankful for the laughs, happiness and love Max gave us with his short life on earth. We loved him so very much and will never forget him.
