Maxie was born July 4, 1990 and he was quite a little pistol. Maxie
was a red and white, long-legged Dachshund. He’s coat was like silk
and his ears were especially soft.
Maxie was very active as a young dog and even up into his middle
ages. He was always peppy and so active. Running, jumping and
playing with his toys. Maxie would always greet us with a toy in his
mouth when we came home and if company came they were greeted with a
toy in his mouth, not for sharing, just for showing and
acknowledging your presence.
Maxie liked to get up on the middle of the bed when it was being
made and be wrestled around and then go tearing through the house on
a dead run.
Maxie and I had a few misunderstandings, nothing significant but
Maxie would never back down.
I lost my husband eleven years ago and the legacy he left was four
dogs, all unique in their own way.
I lost two of my dogs in 1996, 2003 and then this year I lost my
big, brown, standard Dachshund in April and Maxie in September.
The two boys I had at the end were 15 and 16 years of age and they
had been through a lot of rough and a lot of good times with me. I
didn’t realize until I lost my last two how dependent I had become
on them and the companionship they provided, all that unconditional
Maxie and I were alone together from April through September and I
know he had become irritated with my constant worrying and mothering
of him. Maxie had always been so independent all his life but he had
become so fragile that I treated him with the utmost care and
consideration and was always running him to Doctor Benson for
The last weekend of Maxie’s life we had gone to Desert Vet on
Thursday and then to the park for our regular weekend journeys. On
Friday at the park Maxie was more like him old self and we walked
more than usual. Then problems started and Maxie ended up in the
Vet’s on Monday and have to have a test run that took all day but
when I went and picked him up and brought him home he hip-hopped
into the house and got his toy and carried it out to the kitchen.
Hope was springing eternal. Then Tuesday around 5:30 p.m. Maxie
started throwing up and this went on for an hour and since Desert
Vet was closed I took him to emergency. They kept him overnight and
on Wednesday morning I spoke with Doctor Benson and he said things
looked okay and I took Maxie home. The minute we got home Maxie
threw up and I called the Vets and they said that was to be
expected. Maxie couldn’t settle down and in the afternoon the
throwing up started again so I spoke to Doctor Benson and he said to
come on over and he would see what he could do. Maxie threw up
several times in the car on the way over to the Vets.
When Maxie and I were in the room waiting for Doctor Benson I was
holding him and telling him how much I loved him and Maxie was
looking at me through glazed- over eyes that seemed to scream, “let
When Doctor Benson came in he said the only alternative would be
exploratory surgery and I couldn’t let Maxie be put through that
much pain and suffering and I didn’t know if Maxie was strong enough
because of his double heart murmur. I felt I was hanging on to Maxie
for my sake and that the life style Maxie once knew and probably
dreamed about was gone forever and he had lost his independence,
which he enjoyed. I remembered how he had just looked at me so I
agreed to end his suffering and today I cry a lot for me and my
loss. That was September 27, 2006 at 3:50 p.m.
Doctor Benson said he believed Maxie held on as long as he did
because he didn’t want me to be alone too soon.
I love all my dogs and cats but Maxie has a special place in my
heart and I really miss him a lot.