Goodbye Maverick

Susanne was so thankful that Scott was home when they had to say goodbye to Maverick. It would have made a tragic situation even more difficult. They could not get over how many things reminded them of Maverick and how deeply he was already missed. Their house was so empty without him and they started to really feel the effects of the grieving process. All throughout the day, they waited to see his happy face come around the corner or be greeted by him at the door with a carefully selected toy in his mouth. They missed his wagging tail when he saw them, which let's be honest was really him wagging his whole backend because his tail would not go fast enough. Scott and Susanne had actually named this the "happy butt dance". It was sad to see an empty bowl, a lonely toy, a hollow collar, a vacant bed, and even his medications on the counter. When Susanne would cook she missed seeing him sit next to her lifting his paw for the off chance that she would share. Sitting on the couch was not the same because he usually sat there right along beside you... literally. This was definitely his trademark, ask anyyone who knew him well. The one thing that they missed the most was sleeping to the sound of his monsterous snore. It was too quiet in the house and they hated it. Maverick was not a dog, he was a person. He never did the typical dog-like behaviors or get into dog-like trouble. He was their first son and it killed them to let him go. It would have been too easy to be selfish in a situation like this. Susanne had seen it all too often. They did what was best for him and now he can rest in peace. Unfortunately knowing this did not make it any easier. There was nothing greater than that dog's love. It was unconditional and unselfish. It was so honest and dependable. No one could have ever had a more loving, loyal, companion then the Mav.