Stop and smell the flowers

I have been a bad blogger. What can I say? Been busy at work and struggling to keep up the A+s in school. Shelby is still with us and it's breaking my heart she doesn't have a family of her own yet. Everyone sees and comments how attached she has become to me. Perfect person for Shelby, where are you?

On a sad side note, yesterday marked 5 months of Maximus' passing. And my freaking custom urn for him has yet to arrive. I'm about to have to get ugly with the Etsy seller. And I just know when it does it's not going to be right. Freaking intuition.

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In happier times

It's been 1 week today. I am trying my best not to wallow in my sadness for fear it could swallow me whole. I am trying hard to remember the happy times, the times when Max was simply being Max instead of the box of ashes I picked up on Saturday.

Maximus loved the sun tan ledge in the pool. He could not swim, in fact he sunk like a stone, but he jumped into this shallow water even when we didn't want him to. He loved to kick up the water, bite at it, and chase any reflections the sunlight made on the bottom of the pool. He developed a habit of trying to dig to China which I encouraged because it helped file down his front nails. I know he looks fierce in the top photo, but I was having fun with my camera and action shots while Beckett and daddy shot a water gun across the pool to an excited Maximus. I'm so thankful it's fall and we won't be using the pool anymore this year. It just wouldn't be right to be in it and not have Max there to play with.