Today is the anniversary of Max’s adoption.
It’s the day that I normally write a heartfelt, yet comedic, story about how many years ago I made the rash decision to adopt a Great Dane.
This year is different.
Max isn’t here anymore.
I still miss you every day, Max. Quinn is doing so well, you’d be very proud of her. I love you so very much.
You really were the Greatest Dane.
