Max My Dog My Friend My Brother
Twelve amazing years I have had with a friend that can never be replaced.
We got him when he was just 6 weeks old. My human brother just went out and bought him. As soon as he came in I knew we would be friends. Even though he could only just walk, he wandered over to me and laid at my feet - a position he would lay in whenever we were together - when he wasn't curled up on the sofa with me of course (we never told my mum).
I was aged 23 and living at home to save money for my own place and I was doing a job that meant I was around in the mornings so we always went out for long walks and basically just hung out together.
We did everything together - he even slept on my bed between my legs with his head laid on my thigh. He was so relaxed there and did not want to move. If he couldn't get into my room he would sleep on the floor outside my room and would only move if he was let in.
When I finally moved out, I would still visit and although someone else had taken over walking duties, as soon as I walked in the door, it was like I was the only one there - he would only listen to me and we would spend ages playing fighting - rolling about on the floor fighting over a toy ball.
It didn't matter whether it was 2 days or 2 weeks; as soon as I walked in I was all that mattered to him. I would take him for walks and he would put on a sad face every time I left. He got his first taste of snow with me.
He was a smart dog - he knew when and where he was meant to go to the toilet. He didn't have one day's training but never went in the house. But boy did my mum spoil him - she would say he doesn't like dog food and go to the shops just for him and buy him chicken, eggs, rice. He ate better than she did, lol.
Every year that went by, he got grayer facial hairs but never seemed to age as he would race around like he was still 6 weeks old.
And then it hit... My mum returned from work one day to find him laying on the floor unable to get up. He wouldn't drink and he was not well. She called me and I went straight round and knew he needed a vet. I picked him up and put him in my car and took him to the vets.
They kept him in and after doing tests told us the news - he had an enlarged spleen and needed it removed. They told us he may not come round from the anesthetic due to his age. We got the phone call that he was coming round a little. Good news right? Sadly no, she then told us that there were tumours on his spleen and his lungs and possibly more places...
Cancer... Not my dog! I thought. No way, he and I are living forever...
Now we wait, will he ever recover from the operation enough to enjoy maybe 1 more year or will he only have a month? No way to tell but one thing is for certain - the best friendship ever is about to be broken up because of cancer.
I am not coping well although I am a grown man of 35. He has lived with my mum for all this time and she has spent so many years walking, feeding, bathing and laughing with him that I am not sure how she will cope without him around either.
He was a great friend to me but more than that HE WAS MY BROTHER, and always will be.