most of you probably don't know this, but before i had mika, i had a different yorkie. his name was max and today would be his thirteenth birthday. we're not really sure what happened to him, but he LOVED everyone, and he also loved the park. he'd take any chance he could to run out of the backyard and to the park. the couple times we didn't notice that he got out, we could always count on him being at the park, laying under his favorite tree. one day, my dad was bringing in the groceries and he left the door open. max took this chance and ran. my dad and me ran to the car, and went to the park to look for him, but we never found him. i was seven years old at that time, but even now, 9 years later, i miss him more than anyone can imagine. i remember begging my parents to go out with a flashlight and maxs leash in the middle of the night to go look for him. i was so upset when we didn't find him. we had posters all over the place, and he definetly was taken by someone, because no one ever found him alive or not. i even remember a year after he was gone, every so often i'd make more posters and put them up in my neighborhood.
i got max for christmas, 1994, after begging my parents since i could talk. he was my best friend, and i went through everything with him- starting school, moving, switching schools. my family would always joke around about how we should have named him shadow, since he went everywhere with me. the part that hurts me the most is that i don't know where he is right now, if he's happy, if he has a good home, or if he's even alive. i would do anything it took to see him again, if only it was possible.
it's strange because after we got mika, i felt a lot better, like the hole in my heart was beginning to close up. for 6 or 7 years i missed him, but it didn't hurt me as much. the past year has been really hard for me, and i feel that hole opening up again. every time i hear a sad song or look at his picture i feel like breaking down in tears. this year has been one disapointmen after another for me, and i just wish something goods would happen. there's been so amny miracle happening lately, i just wish god would send one over to me.
i feel bad saying all this, since i have mika now and if she knew how i was feeling, she'd probably feel unloved and not wanted by me. i love her soo much but she's not my max. he was my everything, and i did everything with him. even though mika is supposedly my dog, she's more attached to the whole family than me in particular.
sorry this is so long, guys, and parts of it probably don't make sense and sound like rambling, but i had to get it out.
happy birthday, maxie, i'll always love you and i'll never forget you, even if i never get to see you again
