The blogosphere is a subdued place today as we all take in the fact that our golden friend, MAXDOG, has left us to begin a new journey. We share the sadness of his family and all his friends, but would like our tribute to him to be a joyful one. MAX's life may not have been as long as we would all have wished, but it was so very rich. He fulfilled himself in so many ways and even to the last, wove a web of support and sharing and love to bring together all who cared about him. We like to think that life is not about how many days but what kind of days.
Our memories of MAX will always be as golden and joyful as he himself was. Our special thanks to MAXMOM for sharing all of his life with us. In wishing those who have left us a great onward journey, we each have words that speak to us. For us, it is these words from Cymbeline by William Shakespeare:
Feare no more the heate o' th' Sun,
Nor the furious Winter's rages,
Thou thy worldly task hast don,
Home art gon, and tane thy wages.
Golden Lads, and Girles all must,
As Chimney-Sweepers come to dust.
Lads do not come any more golden than MAX!