Maxine came to live with me at
about 7 years old after being dumped and left to fend for herself.
After landing at my place, she had an easy life and was loved very,
very much. She was a fiesty ol' gal and afraid of no other
dogs, no matter how big (she once tried to pick a fight with a Boxer
at the vet's office). She also once chased a deer through the
field, but alas, it got away when it jumped the fence! Then
she got sick. She had a couple of successful operations that
gave her a couple more good years, but the cancer eventually got the
better of her. Although I knew it was coming, it was still too
soon and very hard to let go. I miss her terribly, but the
memories make me smile and I know I gave her the best 5 years of her
life.
