a million years ago before marriage before college even before middle school a puppy name max was given to the hoppen kid’s by their grandpa.
from the very beginning that dog had his work cut out for him.
our first collie, laddie (who we had about 6 years or so) was hit by a car. laddie was a great dog whose greatness only increased in death. he became a legend of sorts.
2 months later. max was dropped off. my first judgement was this dog has two different color eyes? eh cute puppy though.
max came not only around 2 months or so (hard to remember exact times) but he also came when the hoppen kids were grown up. i was in 7th grade and playing outside with the dog was well…less than cool. plus my mom wouldn’t let him in the house.
poor max lived a life of solitude outside. making friends with the pigs, barn kitties, and cows. doing chores with my dad.
he was never groomed, played with everyday. he hung around outside.
despite all the neglect from the hoppen children, he never gave up on his responsibility of mans best friend.
he never failed to meet us at the bus stop
he never failed to get up walk to the end of the driveway and lead each hoppen up the driveway. even when the arthritis set in.
even though many times i had given up on him. refusing to pet him because he smelled, he was dirty…he always greeted me with a tail wag.
i know he’s just a dog but how many people can we say these things about?
no matter how awful we are to them they never give up on us?
max has been with us about 13 years.
tuesday my dad said that it’s time to take max in to the vet. he is mostly blind and death. has bad arthritis and is in alot of pain.
taking him in to the vet meaning he was going to put him down.
not going to cry here…..
he asked me to bring in the dog crate that we brought binks and butters home in. ultimately laying max’s timing on myself.
i tried to mask my guilt for my treatment of this dog by calling my dad Craig Kevorkian, Canine Killer. I said I wouldn’t be an accomplice to murder.
now that it is really setting in that this dog who has roamed the hoppen make believe farm for the past decade will no longer be with us…and it’s up to us to do him a favor. it is quite clear that he is suffering
this puppy was supposed to teach us kids responsibility but over the past 13 years he’s taught me more. now more than ever.
duty, friendship and perseverance.
max my canine friend, i’m sorry i wasn’t a good owner. but i guess here is my chance to be one. i’ll bring your crate in tomorrow.0