I have no words…

I truly have no words.

Our little Max…Maximus…Maxster Baxster…or “Maxey…Maxey” as Gracelyn would call in her sing-songy voice….our little adorable bundle of fluff…our crazy little brown and white Springer Spaniel did not come home today.

The chocolate labrador came home, but with no little fluffy, furry sidekick in tow.  We spent hours and hours…until dark settled…looking and calling for our dear little Max.

And he still did not come home.  It is below 20 degrees right now, with a crisp wind.  The moon is full and bright.  I was hoping it was there to light his way home.  But that hope is starting to die…bad choice of words. 

Greg and I are worried about the river.  It is higher today than it was last week.  It is far from our house, but they have started to roam.  But each time they’d come back…both of them. 

Please, if you will, say a little prayer for our Maximus…the one with the huge heart and constantly wagging tail (what little there was of it).  That if he is out there still, he has found a little warmth and will make his way back to us.  If he is no longer walking the good red road, then a prayer that he is with all the dog angels and spirits that have gone before him.

My heart is so heavy tonight.  Our hearts are heavy.  I leave you with this…something which I pass on to others who’ve lost an animal companion.

“Think where man’s glory most begins and ends, and say my glory was I had such friends.”  WB Yeats

About madranchwife

Mother, Mad Ranchwife(as in--at times-- crazy, nutso, loco, off-my-rocker insane), Veterinarian, Physical Therapist, "Liberal, pinko, gay-loving, Subaru-driving Socialist" (as I've been called), proud to be a totally tree-huggin', climate change believin', granola girl environmentalist, ObamaGirl, Pro-Choice (don't even get me started here...), and in my younger days a feminist vegetarian as a result of time spent at CU Boulder (this lasted approximately 14 months, until all the Jimmy Buffett I was listening to caused me to crave a cheeseburger). Now I just get pleasure out of swimming against the stream and ruffling a few feathers here in the wild west state of Wyoming!
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3 Responses to I have no words…

  1. Jim Burnett says:

    That’s sad. Weepingly sad. My big dog, Buddy, who visited your house with me had to be put to sleep in January. I’ll say a prayer or several for Max. Jim

    On Wed, Nov 28, 2012 at 12:52 AM, madranchwife

  2. I am so sorry, Deb! I sure hope he comes back. I will say a prayer for Maxey and for ya’ll!

    (lamebrain comment because this is the 3rd one I’ve tried to leave, wordpress.com is being a major bootyhead. just know i’m thinking about ya’ll!)

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