this morning we took our connecting flight from boston to dc and arrived in dc around 8am. we got in our car and were on our way home when we got a call from my mom's best friend from high school who's family was housesitting/dogsitting for us while we were away.
the phone call bore bad news...my dog, Max, had died this morning. he had been seen awake and walking around around 6 or 7am, but by 830, Max had crawled under our dining room table and died.
the moment my dad turned around and said "Max died," K, L, and i all simultaneously burst into tears...i've never had an onset of sobbing come so quickly.
Max dying came as quite a shock...he'd been kind of slow and sleeping a lot for the past year, but we just figured he was getting on in years and was slowing down from the wildness of Max as a puppy, but now i'm wondering if he maybe was developing cancer or something? his seventh birthday was yesterday...and we weren't even home to celebrate it for him...i feel kind of bad, and i was wondering if he was putting off dying until we got home, but about an hour before we got back just couldn't keep it up anymore?
either way, i miss my pup terribly and am sad i didn't get to say goodbye :(
Max
12/29/2002--12/30/2009
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