A Tribute to Miniature Schnauzer Max
Max came to me when I least expected or wanted a new pet. My husband was abusive and had given me Max as a way to make up for something very wrong he had done. I did not want to let him in my heart, but he wiggled his way in anyway. He was the last one to say goodbye to me every morning and the first one to greet me at night. He was my friend in the darkest, hardest days of my life, and I had to let him go too early because of health problems that could not be overcome for him.
Still today, I think of his soft, silvery fur, and his bearded face that laughed at me...his soulful eyes that told me he was there for me.
He was a great dog and I still love him all these years later.