

Hi. As you know, I am a dog owner. His name is Max, he's smart and intelligent and I often call him "Łobuz". He can be stubborn at times, always has his own opinion and that's why I love him. Besides, he looks cute and his fur is soft and tempting to pet for hours. Recently, Max has not been in the best shape. His health has deteriorated to the point that we have been driving to the clinic every day for a few hours of intravenous treatment for the past week. He's my best friend and I'm trying to do as much as I can for him. Max is 19 years old and I guess we won't beat the record for the oldest dog (as far as I know) it's 29 years old, but we both bravely fought for it. I've had thousands of morning walks with Max. He made my mornings meaningful and happier. Thousands of afternoon-evening walks that gave me a break from the daily rush and allowed me to enjoy the beautiful view of the world around me. Thousands of night walks together, which gave both of us a break and calmness before sleep. He taught me many things and comforted me in many situations. He has done so much good for me, and in return, I gave him a lot of love and warmth. For a year now, I've been telling him that he's an adult. In Poland and many other European countries. However, he didn't want to drink alcohol - he probably was aware that he wasn't considered an adult yet in the United States. There are many dog owners at the clinic that I can talk to and learn about their animal's stories. When asked about Max's age, everyone was surprised that a dog could live that long. I'm grateful for having met Max. I thank Max for his friendship. I'm convinced that Max thanks me for being able to find someone like me in this life.