A faithful companion

Tonight my dog died. I have never experienced death first hand. To see a living creature taken away from this earth is a very sad and strange thing. However, this is not the part I wish to remember. I want to remember my dog, Max, the way he use to be.
My dad and mom gave us, my brothers and me, Max when he was very young. I wanted to name him Sunny. I wanted to name everything Sunny at the time. My brothers thought this was the worst name in the whole world, so finally after long discussion the entire family decided on Max-a-million, Max for short.
He was the cutest puppy ever. I know everyone else says that about their own dog, but honestly Max was the best. One ear never stood up, adorable. He had thick golden fur and the warmest brown eyes that could melt away any sadness or anger.
Stubborn, that is really what we should have called him. On more than one occasion he would run away. These were entertaining moments because we could see the line form as my dad, my brothers, friends from the neighborhood, and I would be running after him. Max was so fast, and he would stop and look back mid-chase and just laugh at us, then take off down the road. He also hated being picked up, except by my mom and sometimes by me. If one of the boys ever tried he would snap at them, never to do any real damage, but just to advise them that their attempts were foolish.
Loud, he was louder than any dog I have ever heard. Sitting at the dinner table his shrieking yelp would make you heart jump clean out of your chest! He told you what he wanted with this bark, and that usually meant food.




I will continue this later; I just wanted to start writing down memories to make myself a bit more cheerful. I loved Max, and I honestly do not know what I will do without him by my side.