To our dearest doggie Max

I recall stepping into my husband's house the very first time. All of a sudden, a big brown dog came running down the porch barking at me. He turned out to be the gentlest dog yet. After losing my own dog, I vowed never to get too close to another dog, lest I feel the pain of separation again. Again, to my delight, he surprised me by his actions. When I first returned home from Singapore, he ran up to me licking me, a stranger, instead of my hubby, his family. How can I not grow to love him?

I haven't been home often the past few years and so, I can only imagine what my in-laws must be going through now after spending day and night with him; loving and caring for him. And he really did belong to my sis-in-law who plays with him every time she meets him. Luckily she had a chance to say her goodbye to him during the chinese new year.

They say dogs have six sense. And I'm sure he knew he was leaving. His tears must be a combination of sadness for having to part with his 'parents' and joy for having had so many years of good memories together. In his heart, he must have known he was heading home where he can rest in peace.

I'm sure he is in heaven now, running and jumping around after having to slow down the past year. God Bless this dog name Max....