Post by Heartbreaker on May 27, 2013 21:31:59 GMT -5
My grandmother passed away last October due to cancer. Of course we all grieved as well as her dog named Max. He was a black Jack Russell and around the start of the year he would have turned about 16 years old in human years, I always remember my grandma telling me his birthday was around New Years Day. He had been sick for a while due to age and he was pretty depressed after my grandma passed away. His morning my mum found him passed away in his dog house. My dad came over to take him out of the doghouse and wrap him up in a blanket. We plan to bring him down to the vet soon which will take him down to North Melbourne.
This is the first time I've lost a dog. During my life there were many times that I lived at my grandmother's house (and I currently do with my mum) so I always saw him around and played with him. Plus I remember going for loads of walks with him and my grandma. It's really sad but at the same time I'm a bit happy because he's not suffering anymore and maybe in a better place, my grandma is talking him for walks again.
R.I.P Max. <3
This is the first time I've lost a dog. During my life there were many times that I lived at my grandmother's house (and I currently do with my mum) so I always saw him around and played with him. Plus I remember going for loads of walks with him and my grandma. It's really sad but at the same time I'm a bit happy because he's not suffering anymore and maybe in a better place, my grandma is talking him for walks again.
R.I.P Max. <3
