May he rest in peace.
My dog Max was adopted from the DAWGs in Prison training program.
He was the best dog in the world.
Max was a Corgi mix, though we never actually knew what type of dog he actually was. He weighed 20 pounds and was built like a tank. Any dog collar, leash, or harness that said "suitable for dogs 20 lbs" was always too small for him. He was solid muscle, with a neck as thick as mine and the stubbiest little legs that turned outwards.
He was never agressive towards people, he never stole food, or peed in the house on purpose. He liked to run in circles around the yard, grunting as he went. He loved to chase things. He once dug up a shrew and killed it. He would run after dragonflies and jump to try and catch them. He once caught a bird out of the air and came to us so pleased and excited. Max hated cats, squirrels, deer, and German Shepherds, but he despised horses most of all. At a parade once he lept out at the horses, luckily I was holding onto his leash.
Max lived to be six years old. We adopted him at two, and he was supposedly born in June, though we don't know because he was a rescue dog. Max never had back problems. He only got occasionally sick, like most dogs, but it was never serious.
Two weeks and three days ago Max woke up unable to walk. Mom brought him to the vet, and she was told that Max had a slipped disc in his spine. He was to be on crate rest. He was given steroids and pain medication to reduce his spinal swelling.
Max was pretty happy but he was in pain. He was a tough guy, never whimpering or whining, he only would violently shake, which is how dogs with high pain tolerance express their hurt. He lost control of hia bladder and tail, so we had him wear diapers which we changed three times a day. We would watch him to see when he pooped, then pick it up and flush it. Max was starting to get better, and the routine of feeding him, and changing his diaper became easier. Max was beginning to have control over his back side again, so we were hopeful that he would get better. Then today Max had peed so much during the night it had leaked out of his diaper and through the towel he was laying on. That's the last time he peed. After that Max didn't pee at all. He ate some breakfast, but then refused the rest. He wouldn't drink or eat cheese. His breathing became faster, then it became apparent he was having trouble breathing. His ears became cold, and he stuck his tongue out a bit from his lips. That was discolored and cold as well. Max puked up all his food, then I layed with him under a blanket for a long time. He was spacing out and staring into nothing. Then mom came down and picked him up to look at him closer with dad. Then after ten or so minutes they called me and my brothers upstairs.
They told us Max wasn't doing well. They said he was dying. They said they're not going to the vet this time because there's nothing they can do except kill him faster. So I began crying a bit. We went in thw basement to watch something while my brother Adam snuggled Max down there too. Then dad stood up and took Max upstairs to put him to bed. We were sure he was going to die overnight so I didn't want him to sleep in my room. Then we were all having a snack when dad came back downstairs holding Max.
"He's not doing good." He said. I knew it was over. Dad first had my brothers hold Max, then he put him on the couch next to me as I lay sobbing and crying. Max was in my arms, wheezing and breathing irregularly, then suddenly his head moved. Max's neck and head had been limp and floppy, but he raised his head, whining and breathing hard, looked at me, then put his head back down. He stopped breathing and a little while later his heart stopped.
Max lives with my brother Max now. Take good care of your new dog, Joshua.