Max stormed into life!
Then silently passing on
leaf drifting in air
To all my haiku friends who may not know of Max’s passing
at the bottom are the posts of Max’s story.
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Max, Prologue & Epilogue
” . . . it is essential that ye show forth the utmost consideration to the animal, and that ye be even kinder to him than to your fellow man. “ Bahá’í World Faith—Selected Writings of Bahá’u’lláh and ‘Abdu’l-Bahá
Max, 1968 – 2012
I mourn the passing from my life of this incredible lively, quirky and wonderful spirit. Max was a love – stubborn, incredibly stubborn, but a love.
This December 2012, he would have been 14 years old. He was about 10 months old when he adopted us 1998. In his last week in both appearance and behaviour he wasn’t “Max”.
Before our eyes Max lost his hair, his pep, energy, stubbornness and his bearings. He stopped greeting us at the door, giving hundreds of loving licks, he became completely disoriented, standing in space, staring at some unknowable sight, unable to move forward, backward or lie down. Max’s body was here, his spirit was lost.
We knew without question it was time, on November 26, 2012, to release him
I have turned even more to the Baha’i spiritual teachings and prayer to stay as graceful and loving as possible through my tears and rely on Max’s loving, quirky spirit to help me keep perspective.
I began writing a series of remembrances days before we euthanized him, unconsciously knowing he had not many days to live here on earth. I want to share a bit of Max and my journey together. If you choose to accompany us on this spiritual path Max & I will be honored.
Here are the links to the chapters I have posted to date. They are a bit wacky, just like Max! Stay tuned for more . . .
Links (they do need to be read in order to follow the story thread): Prologue & Epilogue Chapter 1 – Instincts Rule Chapter 2 – Love at First Lick Chapter 3 – Chewsing Heaven Chapter 4 – Unleashed Chapter 5 – Our Little Angel Chapter 6 – Favorite Flavors, Patience & Self Control Chapter 7 – Love has no Bounds
xoxo
so sad to hear; please accept my condolances
everything is one and life returns from where it will emanate again
What a wonderful tribute! I’m sure he’s right there, giving you silent licks from the spirit world.
A wonderful tribute. So sorry for your loss!
So sorry for your loss. But a beautiful haiku to send him on his way.
The leaf drifting in air is a lovely image – Max clearly had a great life and company. I’m sad for you, and glad you can write about it too.
RIP Max.
We are leaves drifting in air. Sorry for your loss!
Bless you x Max was lovely x I have rehomed little Dayna the Dachsund and we love each other to bits. I can imagine the grief of losing such a huge character in your life x Interesting Baha’i quote x
So sorry to hear about this.
Oh, it is indeed so sad.. and I join you in your sorrow Judy…one thing which I understand is that your love will bring Max back to your life in some form…and you will know it too…
God bless…take care…I pray for Max..
Ramesh
I am sorry for your loss ~ Like the leaf drifting in the air ~ Blessings to you and your family ~
One could feel their absence when they were that close to us. Nice tribute Judy!
Hank
What a wonderful tribute to your beloved Max. May you take some comfort in knowing that you returned the love he so freely gave and you enriched his life as much as he did yours. Peace.
love the image of a leaf drifting for ‘passing on’
a storm…a leaf…a Max—lovely remembrance in a handful of words
Still the Storm
I feel honoured to have met Max through your blog. I will read his life story with a smile and a tear.
J/J:
I am so sorry! I was having trouble loading your blog again, so I didn’t know about your loss.
Please know that you are in my thoughts and prayers. Max was a wonderful dog — thanks for sharing him (and his story) with us.
Aww… m so sorry for ur loss! I feel pained for MAX was a familiar face on ur blog always..
Stuck in race of time
I am sure wherever he is, he is happy.
A beautiful haiku and a lovely tribute to Max. I am so sorry for your loss and the pain you must feel. May you be united again in some way.