Max

Meet Max. I have been looking after him today. He is rather majestic looking I think.

I had a dog called Max. He was a briard cross and majestic looking too. He had diabetes and died at the age of thirteen from complications of the disease. I lost him eighteen years ago and I no longer feel the pain of that loss. It is interesting how the passage of time heals. It also softens the memories until they become blurred. When I summon Max to my consciousness, he is all soft and fuzzy, unlike Harris. When I allow our Little Man into the forefront of my mind, he is razor sharp and I see him in technicolor.