Each day, I thank our Lord for allowing my friend Max to live, only a few weeks ago, I thought I'd lose him to a resurgence of cancer he'd had several months ago.
Max's breathing is wheezy and laboured, but he appears in no pain. He is back to his cheerful self, demanding cuddles and tummy rubs at the most awkward moments; for this, I thank our Lord.
I know when his time comes, I will be devasted, that is why I am thankful for each minute with him.
The Rainbow Bridge
When Max's time does come, he'll have lots of friends across the Rainbow Bridge. Until that day, I say L'Chaim, Max.