Trail's End Boxers

My first boxer, Max, was the dearest dog I've ever
known. He was delivered into this world to my hands and
passed peacefully to the Rainbow Bridge in my arms.

There was nothing more special in this world than to wake
up with Max nestled in the crook of my body, to see him
quiver with excitement over a "cookie", or to look in his
brown eyes wide and intense at the start line of an agility
competition. There was also nothing more frustrating than
watching him lag behind in the heel free exercise of the
obedience ring :0), to fight him while grinding his toenails
:0), and to retire him early and watch him deteriorate over
the seven months after he was diagnosed with lymphoma.

Max was forgiving, consistent, always pleasant, and
completely courageous. All qualities I wish I possessed
every day. He was my first boxer, the ring bearer in
our wedding, and a constant companion.

His many titles, garnered quickly with high placings,
speak volumes for his intelligence and drive. Being
ranked 5th in boxers nationally in Excellent A
Standard and 7th in Open Jumpers for the year
2000, reflects the blue ribbons he brought home. He
passed away one leg shy of his Excellent Standard
title and he so deserved that recognition.

Max also went with me to school where kids have draped all over him and asked him to do his
tricks over and over again for cookies. He played the clown in team obedience competitions
making everyone bust up with his "die" on recall after I would shoot him with my finger gun.

Max laid in my lap during bad days, corrected my mistakes in the ring, and never offered
complaint. To say he was special to me would be an understatement. There is an emptiness in
our home and in our heart.

I love you, Buddha, always...

Mom