My best friend died Monday. I'm sure you all know him. His name is Max Hulet. If your wondering how he died this is how. Max had cancer and that night the tumor that had ruptured and he was bleeding inside. Mom and Dad had no choice than to put him to sleep. As soon as they got i home I ran to and started crying, Max was no where near. I decided that in this post i should tell you some memories of him. If you have memory of Max please comment on this post or on the slide show i made for him.
I remember when dad brought him home, he would not eat or drink in front of us. Oh and he took all of my white stuffed animals. I was so mad! Thats when we started buying his "mamma's". And the time he bit dad and james butt while they we're playing basket ball! My last memories are when i was preparing for the lesson and i was petting him(the night of his passing) and when dad was carring him out the door we looked at each other for a few seconds. We have cried so much he was a part of our famliy. I have more memories of him, if i named them all youd be reading it for years. I have no more words for this, except 9 words.
'' Till we meet again good friend i love you''
Tuesday, December 9, 2008
My sweet max
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I know how much you miss Max Ashlee, I miss him too. The best way to keep from being so sad is to remember all of the good times we had..Which were alot! My favorite memory were the rides we used to take..I remember looking over at him and my heart would just melt! Last night when he passed, he gave us a very loving look showing us how much he loved us! We will see him again & he will be so happy to see you and give you a great big sloppy kiss! I love you so much!
Love mom
I was so sorry to hear about little Maxie. I know how sad your family must be. I remember when you first got Max, how excited your family was. You are so lucky to have so many fun memories and pictures of Max. Even though you hurt right now thinking of him, in time you will smile when you think of all the good times you had with him. I love you, Ashlee!
Thank-you Becky,it's nice to talk to someone who's dog (fur baby) has died. A way to help me feel better is to think all my recitals are for him and just for him. (my dance one and my piano one.) Another memory is when my mom picked us up from piano lessons max would come and lick me. Oh every time i see a picture of him i almost cry!(or cry) It' a good thing that last year i got a stuff animal dog that kinda looks like him.
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