10 Oct Max’s incredible life
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Eulogy for Max – The story of Max Horwitz is of an exceptionally wonderful life. Max was born on February 10, 2007 to the breeder of Gentle Ben who was Max’s father, Joanna Willard of Short Hill Labradors in Hillsboro Virginia. I’ve stayed in touch with Joanna, a special person and breeder. I remember when Max came home with my mother and her friend right after my mom adopted him from the breeder. He was just eight weeks old and a delightful black bundle of joy and playfulness. I remember that from the beginning, I had a sense there was something special about him. One of my favorite photos shows him with his first Christmas Santa. It conveys that uniqueness about him in a way that words cannot. Over the next year, Max grew up in an idyllic setting at 37016 Charlestown Pike Hillsboro Virginia with myself and my mother. As a psychologist with a speciality in treating childhood trauma I knew quite well what Max needed emotionally to grow up well adjusted: emotional attunement, a loving & playful atmosphere, consistency, and compassion.
Right out the back door of our 1760s log house we shared for 13 years was a half acre fenced in yard that Max passionately enjoyed for many, many years. He would wander outside sniffing, walking, exploring, and taking in nature. He and Rosie would walk shoulder to shoulder, her learning the ropes from her big brother.
But beyond all the wonderful memories I have of my boy over 16 yrs of life, the primary point I want to make now about Max right now is this: just after his 1st birthday I remember sitting with him on the scratched up hot tub cover realizing that this wonderful living being was all about LOVE.
In a world where conflict, hatred, money, Geo political realities and so on dominate our psyches the presence of LOVE, and Max’s embodiment of pure love, meant a great deal to me and I will take our loving bond with me forever. Throughout his life, I made certain that Max was never mistreated, ever, by anyone in any situation. He never bit any person or dog, he never mistreated anyone..I can’t even remembering him growling! At the dog park he was always the great protector, who showed everyone at the dog park that he was the calming caring big guy who would help to reduce any conflict that might be happening between all the other dogs. Max was exceptionally aware and sensitive to others, human and canine. His was a deep spiritual presence which I will cherish and remember for eternity. His death on Yom Kippur signifies God considers him a sacred being, one who was sinless and went yesterday to eternal paradise. Be well my love, and may the benevolence and love of the afterlife soothe your hurting body and restore your youthful vigor. My eternal love….Glenn