As someone who just adopted a cat and has never felt that bond with an animal before, I relate to how sad you must feel. I especially feel it as I loved Max too, and have many good memories fo what agreat dog and companion she was. I'll miss her too, but only a drop of the ocean you're going to, and I'm sorry for your loss.
Kier, I knew years ago, when I heard you over the phone, teaching Max --heard your patience, your firmness, your kindness, your respect, your deep affection and love--I knew what a good parent you would one day be to a child. And so you are. You were such a good friend and caretaker to Max in all her happy years with you. She was a lucky girl. You gave her all she needed in every way. And I know how much she gave you, in equal measure. I have a kaleidoscope of images of Max going through my mind right now---Fort Funston; begging for doughnuts on Palm St.; giving Liam a big slurp; her sweet gentle eyes. I'm so sorry you have this loss, but so glad you experienced the depth of feeling that makes the loss so hard. I love you. mom xo
i know there is nothing i can say because there has been nothing anyone could say to me since i lost my girl Fury in march.
there is no consolation in a good life, a long life, a gentle death.
after all the different ways you try and spin it, they are gone and to grieve as if it is anything less than total heartbreak dishonors the loyalty and love you've known.
max is grace. max is joy. max is the steady calm of the most reliable friend and companion you could ever know.
carry it with you and remember everything she taught about love.
There's nothing anyone can say to ease your grief now. But I've lost 5 dogs in my life, and over time, you hold on to the sound of their bark, the expression in their eyes, their odd true personalities... We don't experience such sustained innocence in any living being, except with a dog (cat's are not exactly innocent in that way, or birds, or gerbels... but still Richard Gere shouldn't-a done that...)
Sustained innocence, we see it in our children, yet it passes away into adulthood, becomes maligned... and we have to pay for their schooling, it is not fair.
Dogs stay true. She will always mark this time of your lives-- I can't express how sorry I am to see her gone. She was a sweetheart.
The thing that touched my heart the most was something that Maxo would do every time I came over for about a year. That was during the time when you and Mars and I were working on the Marit Stern comic and we met once a week for about a year. Max was still a pup and on one occasion when I had left my brown, leather bomber jacket on the floor, she curled up on it and went to sleep. After that I always left the jacket on the floor for her and she always snuggled up to it. When I left there was always a warm puppy smell on the jacket. Even though I didn't see her often after that (an occasional visit to the art studio on Geary Street) I always knew that she remembered who I was. I think most people who have had pets will understand why this is important.
As you have said, Kieron, she was the heart and soul of your family, and let me add that for me she was the heart and soul of our group for that year of weekly meetings. And I sensed that she had that function at the studio on Geary as well.
While I am sad she is gone, I am glad to know that she had as good and as happy a life as any living being could have. The loss that you feel really showed in your email, Kieron. I'm very sorry, but I also know that you know how much it was all worth it.
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Kieron,
As someone who just adopted a cat and has never felt that bond with an animal before, I relate to how sad you must feel. I especially feel it as I loved Max too, and have many good memories fo what agreat dog and companion she was. I'll miss her too, but only a drop of the ocean you're going to, and I'm sorry for your loss.
Kier, I knew years ago, when I heard you over the phone, teaching Max --heard your patience, your firmness, your kindness, your respect, your deep affection and love--I knew what a good parent you would one day be to a child. And so you are. You were such a good friend and caretaker to Max in all her happy years with you. She was a lucky girl. You gave her all she needed in every way. And I know how much she gave you, in equal measure. I have a kaleidoscope of images of Max going through my mind right now---Fort Funston; begging for doughnuts on Palm St.; giving Liam a big slurp; her sweet gentle eyes. I'm so sorry you have this loss, but so glad you experienced the depth of feeling that makes the loss so hard.
I love you. mom xo
i know there is nothing i can say because there has been nothing anyone could say to me since i lost my girl Fury in march.
there is no consolation in
a good life,
a long life,
a gentle death.
after all the different ways you try and spin it, they are gone and to grieve as if it is anything less than total heartbreak dishonors the loyalty and love you've known.
max is grace.
max is joy.
max is the steady calm of the most reliable friend and companion you could ever know.
carry it with you and remember everything she taught about love.
max.RIP.fury
Kieron, Birch...
There's nothing anyone can say to ease your grief now. But I've lost 5 dogs in my life, and over time, you hold on to the sound of their bark, the expression in their eyes, their odd true personalities... We don't experience such sustained innocence in any living being, except with a dog (cat's are not exactly innocent in that way, or birds, or gerbels... but still Richard Gere shouldn't-a done that...)
Sustained innocence, we see it in our children, yet it passes away into adulthood, becomes maligned... and we have to pay for their schooling, it is not fair.
Dogs stay true. She will always mark this time of your lives-- I can't express how sorry I am to see her gone. She was a sweetheart.
~Darin
The thing that touched my heart the most was something that Maxo would do every time I came over for about a year. That was during the time when you and Mars and I were working on the Marit Stern comic and we met once a week for about a year. Max was still a pup and on one occasion when I had left my brown, leather bomber jacket on the floor, she curled up on it and went to sleep. After that I always left the jacket on the floor for her and she always snuggled up to it. When I left there was always a warm puppy smell on the jacket. Even though I didn't see her often after that (an occasional visit to the art studio on Geary Street) I always knew that she remembered who I was. I think most people who have had pets will understand why this is important.
As you have said, Kieron, she was the heart and soul of your family, and let me add that for me she was the heart and soul of our group for that year of weekly meetings. And I sensed that she had that function at the studio on Geary as well.
While I am sad she is gone, I am glad to know that she had as good and as happy a life as any living being could have. The loss that you feel really showed in your email, Kieron. I'm very sorry, but I also know that you know how much it was all worth it.
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