This week we said goodbye to our youngest dog, Maverick. Maverick was a 6 year old Belgium Shepherd. He was big and gentle and a great dog. The poor dog has never been a healthy one, he had numerous health problems and on top of it was allergic to almost everything.
He started to go downhill last week and by Sunday night he could not stand. I knew the time was near to say goodbye. I had decided that Monday morning I was going to call the vet and take him in. I sat in the yard with him Sunday night and told him what I was thinking. I guess he agreed with me because when we went downstairs Monday morning he was already gone.
Maverick (on left) and his buddy Midnight enjoying the latest snowfall. This was two days before Maverick left us.