Annie & Max

Two sick little orphans, found by the neighbor. Only three weeks old, we took you in and nursed you, feeding and loving you to restore your health. Max, you were never really healthy. The early separation from your mother was too much for your frail body. But you were with us a year until your body would not go on. Annie, stayed longer, growing large and impressive. I loved watching you stretched out on our front porch, watching the birds, the sky, and leaves, as if you were part of the house, belonged there by birthright. My haste, my lack of foresight caused your death, as surely as if I had done it myself. You deserved a better life. A longer one. You rest with Max under the oaks, together still, as your were in life. Sweet friends, wait with Princess and Xena at the Rainbow Bridge. I am coming.