Max, the little dog that was seen in one of the videos I posted here, crossed the rainbow bridge today.
I only got a few months to get to know him, but, given so little time I had with him, I didn't realize how big an impact he made on me.
It was his time. He was old. His back legs kept giving out on him, he was experiencing consistent back pain, and he had digestive issues. This had apparently been going on for months prior to my arriving to help care for my mom, but she couldn't bear to part with him, because she lived alone, and he'd been by her side for the past 4 years.
She is devastated, and I'm not feeling that great myself. I know time will dull the pain, but the house feels a little colder than usual, and far too empty.
We need to grieve now, so we can try to heal later.
Too empty...just...too empty.
