02/12/2010 we lost a dear friend and family member. Max was a "shelter" dog that dad volunteered to transport and it was a day that Mistie didn't have school so she offered to help. The plan was that mom and dad would foster this escape artist until SSR could find him a good home.
Not much was known about Max when he came into our lives. He had chewed through enough wire fences and crates that he had few teeth left in his mouth. He wasn't like the resident Siberians that enjoyed a "den". He hated being confined. The first night in the house he jumped over the kitchen gate and landed himself in Mistie's bed. That's where he spent his nights unless Mistie wasn't home. When she spent the night out he paced in front of the front door all night until she returned. It was tough for him when she was hospitalized and spent three nights and then five nights away from him.
He would run away from home and Mistie spent endless hours searching the neighborhood for him, to find out he'd be on the front porch or with a neighbor until she returned home. And he greeted her like there was no worries.
Mistie introduced him as her son to her school friends and teachers. People thought she'd given birth to this dog herself. When Brandon came along Mistie told him that Max came first in her life, and she never faultered from that. (THANK GOD BRANDON IS WITH HER TODAY).
Well, just as always, when Mistie was out at night, Max paced the front door awaiting her, but this time he could wait no longer. He passed at the door and she found him when she returned home last night.
Rest in peace good friend. You'll be missed. Your cousins, Lucas, Nakita, Xander, Jack, Chilly & Deuce, plus grandma and grandpa
