After a number of years of wonderful blogging, this blog has effectively become dormant -except for occasional updates regarding my book, MAXDOG.I have left this blog as a legacy to my dog and a place of sanctuary where we can reflect upon his life. Take your time, peruse the pages spanning Max's 18 months in cyberspace. Feel refreshed and uplifted because his story is an amazing one of..."LIVING LIFE TO THE MAX!"
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May God bless you and thank you for following me! MAXMOM IN SOUTH AFRICA
MAXDOG's CHRISTMAS TRIBUTE
Friday, May 21, 2010
MAX IS A MYSTERY
GREETINGS FROM SOUTH AFRICA!!!
Hello there to all our friends across this amazing world of ours!
I hope you are all having a happy day and getting ready for the weekend.
Miss R is home for the weekend and KING TOFFEE is besides himself with glee. As far as he is concerned, you can't have too many subjects.
Thank you so much for your continued support regarding Max's illness. It means so much to me to have such a wonderful group of cyber friends who so generously offer their encouragement and upliftment during these trying times.
Today is Max's 104th Day of Grace.
When I look at that number I must admit that I am incredibly grateful for this borrowed time, but I also feel saddened by the fact that there are so many fur-friends in the world who have been given less 'notice', about the inevitable rainbow crossing of their companions. For some of my friends, the loss of their canine companion has come along suddenly and without notice whilst Maxdog, on the other hand, has enjoyed such Amazing Grace.
The answer to 'WHY?" this is, is unfathomable!
But in all this, I know that there must be a bigger plan...that my role at the moment is to simply tell it like it is. Hopefully others will find strength in the tale of our own journey, as they too confront the realities of the illnesses of the special animals (and humans) in their lives.
So here is a MAXDOG UPDATE:
It is indeed a rollercoaster. Some days he is not well and other days he displays the energy of a dog who is embracing all that life has to offer. There have been moments during the past three months where I have wondered, "Is this it? Should I put him to sleep now?", only to find that he springs back to life in the next half hour. It is then that I wonder, "How could I have considered to put him to sleep now?".
This journey is so unsettling. Like most things in life his condition is unpredictable and I am having to learn how to love in patience and trust.
This morning was another of those times when I thought, "Perhaps it's time!?".
He is lethargic, he doesn't want to eat and he prefers to simply drop to the floor and snooze. I sat for a long while with him on his bed in the bedroom praying for direction as he lay comfortably and silently sleeping by my side.
The contrast came again - not 10 minutes later - when I had to duck out the room.
When I came back, he was gone.
I found him in the garden.
He'd dug up one of his old hide bones and was carrying it around. He brought it inside the house, with his pack following him, to the bedroom.
Then he went outside again.
There he was focussed on circumnavigating the pool and must have gone around it at least three times.
I realised that perhaps I was intruding on his private space.
(Max doesn't often ask for private space)
So I returned into the house and peeped out through the bedroom window.
Yes, he buried it again - like he does with most of his food nowadays. He chose a spot behind some plants and shovelled the sand on top of his buried treasure with his nose. It was a personal and private time for him.
Obviously he was filthy after his efforts. I left him outside for a while.
I find his behaviour extraordinary. What does it mean? Is this instinctive behaviour to buryALL your food when you can no longer stomach it?
(At the moment he is burying everything I give him- his liver cakes and anything he takes from me. Either that or he'll keep it inside his mouth and spit it out later)
Anyway, thank you for being by my side as I travel this journey. Thank you for your encouragement and uplifting thoughts. I am sorry that I don't have all the answers.
Max remains a mystery!...and at my feet.
Sending lotsaluv to you all and good wishes for a happy weekend.