***The back-story and photos of Max can be found here.***
A best friend came home. I held him tightly and cried tears of joy—he is a sign of good things to come. This Christmas is already shaping into something wonderful, and then he came back, like a gift from God. You could see it in his beautiful face when he realized he was home, he was safe—that bright sparkle in his eye, bounding through the yard.
He is a best friend we missed dearly, but tried to forget by ourselves because time just wasn’t quick enough. His timing is impeccable and his place in my heart is permanent. Christmas is spectacular. I just hope this happiness lasts.