I want to tell you about Max.
Max is my dog. He is 7 years old, a chihuahua and dachshund mix (more commonly referred to as a chiweenie). And he is my best friend.
I have been fairly open about my Depression and anxiety. Max has helped me through all of it for the last seven years. He curls up with me. He lays with me. He doesn’t mind spending the day watching movies, or letting me pet him for as long as I need to, trying to quiet the racing thoughts. And while this sounds just like any dog you might find, Max is special. He comes to me when an attack starts. He curls up in my lap, or paws at me, or just lifts my hand onto his head. He cuddles and licks me when I hurt.
Max was a rescue dog; abandoned by his former owner as too high maintenance. We adopted him, walking into a Pet Smart to find a bed for our first dog Milo. We saw Max and couldn’t stop looking at him. I asked if I could hold him, and as we walked around the store he fell asleep in my arms. It was love. Now, seven years later, he still falls asleep with me.
Today Max is going in for surgery. He has a growth on his lip that needs to be removed and sent to the lap for further testing. Under the best circumstances I wouldn’t be handling this well, and these are currently far from the best of circumstances; in the middle of a move, between trips, and during a fairly busy time at the day job. He needs to have the surgery, and I know that the vet is excellent. But anytime a dog has to be put under for a procedure, just as with a human, there are chances you take. And then we wait for the lab results.
I have tons to say about Portland, a wonderful wedding in Olympia, and a crazy road trip. I have things to say about moving and living in our own space for the first time in four and a half years. I have things to say about the election and politics and the current state of our world.
But tonight I wanted to say that I love my dog. My Max.
PUPDATE (8:00pm): Max’s surgery went very well. A mass was moved from his lip and was sent to the lab. He is resting at home and everyone is happy to have him here. A big thank you to the Las Tables Animal Hospital.
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