My dog Max died today. He was 9 or 10 I think. We got him as a rescue dog. He was a Northern Border Collie. When we went to the rescue place he and I just clicked. It sounds a bit silly but I suppose we were kindred spirits. We played together in a field for a bit and a really strong bond was formed. We had to take him home. Mum wasn't quite as convinced as me but she soon grew to love him, too.
He was a bit nuts. He loved to run like crazy chasing balls and other assorted toys. He loved to bark in the car and at people arriving and leaving the house (less appreciated...). He used to do this thing where he'd roll on his back and stretch a paw out like he was doing the Saturday Night Fever dance. If you tickled his belly then he'd love you forever.
When I'd leave home at the end of a visit he'd seem really upset and that would make me really sad. I had a dream where I'd take him to live with me on a big farm so we could play all day. I'm sorry that I never got the chance to do that.
I love you Maxie. You were a loyal pet, a fun companion and a very very good friend. I will miss you a great deal.
