Max came to us about a year and half ago, walked in, stole our hearts and never left .
The light of my 9-year-old’s life and he loved her. Max had a presence in every thing he did. His charm and personality, like no other. He had a love for his family, but he claimed my daughter as “his girl”. She was at school when he passed. The hardest thing as a mother I’ve ever had to do was telling her Max was gone.
Max was loved all of his life from his first family to ours. I take peace in that knowing this incredible dog never went without love. Max would have been nine in February. He was a Collie/Bernese Mountain Dog mix.