My Memories of Max
Max and I hit it off the first time we met. He showed he liked me as soon as we met and wanted to lie beside me on the couch. From then on it was a similar routine- he’d wag his tail in greeting, I’d sit down on the couch and if Max wasn’t already lying there he’d try to get up on the couch, Pat would help him up and Max would settle in next to me. Sometime later he might get down, never with an air of rejection toward me, just needing a change of position.
In a safe and caring place Max added a level of comfort and acceptance that comes from a good, friendly, sensitive dog. I’ve loved dogs all my life and I ofte3n miss having one these days so it was a “treat” and joy to visit with Max on a regular basis. As I approached the closed door to Pat’s office I looked forward to opening the door and seeing Max.
Max was always happy to see me, always showed a level of enthusiasm, even on days when he wasn’t feeling well. He’d lie next to me ready to accept whatever petting, ear scratching, and eye rubbing I wanted to give him. And if I didn’t do any of that, that was o.k. with him too. Max was sincere, he didn’t fake anything- he didn’t KNOW how to fake it. The mutual devotion and love between Max and Pat was obvious and a wonderful example for all. He was non-judgmental. I could relax around Max. he was trusting and caring and in return elicited trust and caring. In a world where one has at times been seriously betrayed and buffeted about it is so important to have beings that have the qualities of sincerity, trustworthiness and caring – consistently, week after week, month after month. Max was such a being and an important friend in my life. – LP July 2006
A Tribute to Max
Max was a source of comfort and stability for me during the sometimes painful process of therapy. I would scratch and stroke him during sessions and talk to him always greeting him and saying good-by following my visits with Pat.
I felt that Max understood my emotions, both tears and laughter. I like to think that our relationship was special; however, he touched us all in a unique way as individuals offering unconditional love. I am glad that Max loved us and I know that he received lots of love in return.
Max is no longer in physical form but I believe his spirit hasn’t left. He is still a presence in therapy. Max taught me that love heals.
“When I first met Max he was apprehensive, then as time went on we got to know each other. He usually would say hi, then go to work, sometimes I’d give him a dog treat.”
- Ray Westlan
