Max Wintle

Max Wintle

July 2005 – Aged 9 Weeks
I carried you in my arms through the front door of your new home for the first time.
Everyone who met you said “Oh isn’t he gorgeous” and that’s where it all began.  From then on you thought that everyone you met loved you and you wouldn’t pass anyone by without insisting on saying hello.  You even loved your visits to the Vets and couldn’t wait to get through the door just to say hello. You got as excited going to the Vets as going to the beach and that is why we called you Mad Max.
You loved to run, to play ball, (especially a ball that you had stolen from some other dog), and to swim.  Above all you loved life.
You lost your sight completely around 8 years of age but it didn’t stop you doing all the things you used to do.  You didn’t know you were blind until you bumped into something, like my rotary washing line full of washing, completely flattening it to the ground, whilst rushing around the garden with your football. You were still our Mad Max.
Life dealt you another blow when you were 12 years of age – arthritis and spondylosis, but still you soldiered on until one day you looked at us as if to say “I’m tired, I cannot go on any more”.  We had no choice, we couldn’t see you suffer. We reluctantly had to say goodbye to our beautiful Max. It broke our hearts.
This is why you were so very special to us.  You wouldn’t give up no matter what you did. You were a big dog with an even bigger personality and our home feels empty and quiet without you.
September 2018 – Aged 13 years 5 months
I carried you in my arms through the front door of your home for the last time where you are now at rest forever.
Run free big boy.
Love you forever,
Mum, Dad and Silly Millie
xxx