21 Years With My Shadow, Now the Sun Sets
Last night, my old dog Max nudged my hand, eyes cloudy but full of that familiar spark. He didn’t bark or whine—just rested his head on my knee, like he was saying, “Hey, it’s okay. I’m tired.” So we ditched the vet’s waiting room and sprawled out in the backyard, grass poking through my jeans, sun warming our faces. For a moment, it was just us, like every lazy Sunday before.
Max was never a hero dog—he once got scared by a squirrel and hid behind me—but he was my constant, my shadow. 21 years is a long time to share snacks, secrets, and silent company. Letting go feels like handing over a piece of my heart, but I’m grateful for every slobbery, stubborn minute.
Goodbye, buddy. Run wild, wherever you are. You’ve more than earned it.
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