The Day That Max Came Home

Max and DJ
Max as a pup and DJ his 15yr old friend

Today was the day that Max came home for the last time.  He arrived by postman, having to be signed for and being passed over in a plastic bag.  Somehow it seemed completely unreal that our best friend was coming home this way.

Tears blinded us as we carefully unwrapped the bag to find a beautiful, tasteful box, very carefully packed with an accompanying card.

A personal message from the PDSA handwritten, which meant a lot.

The casket is beech wood and very sturdy.  A shiny name plate says ‘Max Chance’ which was his full name.

We have placed it, for now, in front of the oil painting of him that I did only last year.

Rest in Peace, Max.


You were a very, very loved dog by more than just the family.  You were known around the world from the time you were a small pup, every day of your life being shared.

You are sorely missed.

 Love Abbie and Robin


  1. I found this little poem and thought of you:
    ‘Fragment’ by Raymond Carver:

    “And did you get what
    you wanted from this life, even so?
    I did.
    And what did you want?
    To call myself beloved, to feel myself
    beloved on earth.”

    I think Max would totally relate to that.
    Take comfort from knowing you gave him the best possible life – and that he was indeed ‘beloved’.

    Big Hug,
    Y xxxxxx

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