On Tuesday, Max had to be put down. For a couple of months, his little body has been imploding at an increasing rate.There was nothing to be done to heal him. It would have only continued to get worse. Max was a bundle of explosive joy. He was a constant companion. He was a true soul friend. He took care of me. I could not possibly have loved him more. Today, it is hard to focus on gratitude. But above all, Max was a precious gift.
Shortly after his death, Ellie and I took a short walk in the Timberhill Natural Area (one Max's frequent haunts). I took this photograph. The dark, brooding clouds express to some degree how bereft I feel. But underneath the clouds are a field of gorgeous white daisies that delight the heart. That was Max who always brought beauty and wonder and healing and wholeness. Max's life was cause for great, great celebration!!
(Studio was used to express what I have been feeling.)
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