by Lynda Ashton
(St Helens, UK)
We got Max when he was 6 weeks old. He was a Border Collie and he was always totally devoted to us. As he got older he followed me round like a shadow. If I went upstairs, he would trundle after me even though he was in discomfort with his back legs.
Then came the dreaded time when you have to phone the vet and say 'it's his time, he's started to suffer'. The vet came out to the house and Max went to sleep at home with his head on my knee and my heart breaking, my little boy leaving me.
We now have his ashes at home and are making a special garden for him. He was beautiful, loyal, loving and so much more. I will miss my boy till the day I die, when we will be reunited once more.
Night, night sweetheart.
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