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