For my second blog I am going to blog about the lost of my first pet. I recently lost my dog on Christmas Day 2021. He was a Pitbull mix, named Max. He was our first family dog. He was a senior dog he was 14 years old, which if the saying is true one human year is seven in dog years he was old. We had gotten him from a family friend when he was just a puppy. My dad had always had a rule of no dogs so we brought him home in secret. I remember when my dad got home from work he was in shocked and bit mad but he ended up letting us keep him.
The day he passed it affected all my family but it affected me the most. He meant something to someone. He was a work out buddy to my brother and sister. He was companion to my dad when he would work outside. For me he was a companion and he taught me responsibility. It was hard loosing him. To be honest I never thought it would hurt so much to lose a pet. I was lucky enough to have friends who have gone through something similar and they helped me get through it. There are days when I still miss him, and wonder if I will be ready to find another companion. Only time will tell.
