Max was a playful lover. One of those labs who would run up to anyone to say hi. Max loved to play fetch. Max loved to destroy squeakers. Max was an annoying face-licker. I didn’t care. Max was a professionally trained upland game hunting dog. Birds were toys that threw themselves. Rooster pheasant never stood a chance. Max did somersaults when he was happy. Max loved trucks. Going bye-bye put him in his happy spot. Max would lead anyone to the treat jar if given a chance. Max got osteosarcoma in his right front leg. Max lost his leg and was ready to play fetch the next day. After the amputation Max gave us 576 days of extra happiness. Max was a rocking happy tri-pawd. Max taught us all that happiness is the way to face all adversity. Max’s tail was wagging to the very end. As Will Rogers said “If there are no dogs in Heaven, then when I die I want to go where they went.” God Speed Max. You got your leg back!
Max
