" One who possessed beauty without vanity,
strength without insolence,
courage without ferocity,
and all the virtues of man,
without his vices,
this praise would be unmeaning flattery,
if inscribed over human ashes,
is but a just tribute,
to the memory of my dog".
In Loving memory of MacGee, my unwaivering friend, companion, confidant and the only pure soul I have ever known.
|MY DOG MAX
max was 12 1/2 yrs old when he was called back to heaven on March 28, 2003.
he was diagonosed with myositis when he was only 10 months old. after several
different treatments, the doctors at the animal medical center in nyc, found
prednisone would help him but no gaurantees he would ever run again. we had a
great run max and I . it lasted twelve years and will forever be in my heart.
i had to put max down and it was the worst decision i ever had to make. But
he was suffering; he could not walk or eat or drink. so unlike my max. max
knew that the dr had only his best interest in heart and was really at peace
when he left us. i will never forget you max. i added the tribute attached
which i wrote the first horrible night when i did not hear max breathing and
snoring during the night. I will meet you again my best boy.
October 30,1991 - March 28, 2003
A VERY LONG TIME I THOUGHT I WAS ‘IN CHARGE’ OF MAX AND MYSELF.
HOWEVER, I REALIZED TONIGHT. THE FIRST NIGHT HE IS NOT WITH ME IN OVER
TWELVE YEARS, THAT HE, NOT I, WAS
LOVING, KISSING, LISTENING AND LOYAL HE WAS MY BEST FRIEND. AS I WRITE WAS
I FEEL IT IS AN INJUSTICE TO ALL THOSE YEARS OF LOYAL SERVICE.
HE IS STILL WITH ME AND WILL ALWAYS BE HERE WITH ME. MAX WAS THE KIND
OF DOG THAT LOVED YOU ALL THE TIME. MY WISH WAS HIS COMMAND. HE PAID
PARTICULAR ATTENTION TO THE KITCHEN ACTIVITIES, HE WAS HELPING OUT IN CASE
YOU FORGOT HOW TO PREPARE HIS FAVORITE FOOD OR ANY FOOD FOR THAT MATTER.
was a funny guy; he made his presence known. He wiggled faster that any
battery operated toy I have ever seen. His little tail could move faster
than a windmill in a storm.
loved people visiting and loved telling them to leave when he got tired.
The car was one of his favorite places.
My backseat will never be the same. I do have a sense that I will
continue to have conversations with him such as, “hold on max, be
careful in the seat, buddy, wide turn coming up hold on baby.etc… Take
out cartons could bring hours of joy. Pizza crust will never taste the
same. McDonalds will not hold
the same intrigue.
seems to me we have pets for a long time with us everyday; enjoying good
times or sharing the bad with us sometimes we need to remember how much we
love them and how much love they give us
- I hope he knew - I
think he knew how much he was loved. Actually, on second thought, he did
know. His eyes as Dr hanusch quietly assured max everything was ok
understood and felt peace. He slept peacefully tonight after a long
was diagnosed with myositis eleven years ago at the AMC, in New York City.
The vet was a young woman who was interning and just about ready to go off
to a practice and take care of some pets. She knew I loved him and he
loved me when I promised him I would be back for him and that he would get
help and feel better there at the amc.
I came back for him and he was better.
That was when I met Dr hanusch. I needed to get a vet who would
monitor max for a few months to make sure his medicine and blood all
worked out. My first call to
aquebogue family vet hospital was assuring, the Dr got on the phone and
said, ”sure I can take care of him, I have other dogs with myositis,
send the fax to my office and bring him in next week”.
It was love at first sight. Max licked Dr hanusch’s face and Dr
hanusch loved him for it. He was a gentlemen dog.
In his life and his death he had dignity and grace. In the face of
adverse pain he loved and wanted to make me happy.
Kathy, Donna, Dina, Nicole, and so many others who s names I do not
know but worked at aquebogue vet in the last twelve years, I thank you, I
appreciated the care and attention my pet got.
He loved going to dr hanusch ‘s office.
will miss the visits. I will miss max more than I could ever have thought.
I knew this day would come and I have dreaded it for six years.
six years. The young vet explained to me that; prednisone could help but
he probably at best could expect a life of six years. Did I still want to
undergo the exams (which were quite pricey) I had a husband then, that
could, thank god and did, afford the best care for him, my nine month old
beautiful puppy. I did the six she forecasted, and then I got another six! I have had my lotto! I
thought I had it all figured out until max came into my life and showed
what it is all about. Time is precious, life is short, moments of
happiness, forgiveness, and laughter, combined with good food, wine and
song. This is life. Enjoy
each and every moment.
tough times are ahead as I face a spring and summer without my beach walks
with max. As he got older it became more like beach rides, we would go
down to the causeway and sit in the car and look out at the water.
Sometimes I would see the image of him as a puppy running along the beach
and I could just hug him. He knew, and I knew the day would come when
those memories would be held so close to my heart.
I sit here at 4 am typing on my lap I feel him watching me, him
with the expression of pure love on his face, me with tears streaming down
my face. I loved him
|In Loving Memory of Goldie:
Born : Jan 11, 1983
Died: Jun 18, 1994
I just recently ran across this site and wanted to add my own memorial of the best dog in the world.
My family adopted Goldie from a kennel in Ouagadougou (West Coast of Africa) when she was just over a year old. Her kennel name was Ouagadougou Sunshine, but her golden smile and beautiful color made us shorten it to Goldie. She was the little girl that my mom always wanted. Growing up with two boys in the house is always taxing on a mother. As my parents were in the Foreign Service, we moved around every 3-4 years. Goldie followed us around the world, living the highlife that some boxers only dream. She visited the mystic temples of Korea, climbed the sand dunes of the Sahara, and drank from the cool mountain springs of Oregon. I recall a trip where we passed through the Frankfurt airport on our way to another duty station, the German airport officials allowed us to take her out of her crate during the layover and walk her around the airport for a bit. Goldie, being the ever-friendly boxer welcomed all the pats, butt-scratches, and compliments like a true diplomat would.
Unfortunately she was diagnosed with cancer in the hip. The doctors gave her a year, she lived 3 years longer. Our brave boxer, always a fighter and always a lover. She was put down in the arms of my father in Cairo, Egypt in 1994 while her adopted sister, Topaz, looked on. For the next three nights Topaz slept exactly where Goldie was put down, looking around hoping she would soon return. Goldie is now buried in a beautiful garden in Cairo. She was our distinguished lady, a representative of unspoken love and devotion. I miss you Goldie, I miss coming home and finding you desperately awaiting my hugs. I miss your noble heart, and your sharp wit. We all miss you girl, we miss our sister, our daughter, our loved one. Rest easy girl, and may God grant me the strength, wisdom and love that you have shown to us.
Erik, Darin, Jack & Carol Viergutz