Max, my Pomeranian, passed away at 16 years old, and it’s been one of the hardest things I’ve had to go through. When I first got Max, he was very playful, loving, and calm. He had such a unique personality—he loved having his own space, but at the same time, he always wanted to be near me. No matter what, he was always there. One of my favorite memories with Max was bringing him with me to college. At first, I had him hidden in my backpack so no one could see him, but once I got him approved, I would dress him up and take him outside to meet new people. He brought so much happiness not just to me, but to everyone around him. Max has been with me through all my ups and downs. He was more than just a dog—he was my best friend. He was always there for me, no matter what I was going through, and I’ll never forget that. I’ll always carry him with me, and I’ll never forget the love he gave me.

I love you, Maxi. You’ll always be the best dog I’ll ever have.