This is her story. A cute little dog named Max, very small, but that doesn't make her any less playful. She was one of the greatest dogs to ever walk the Earth, and let alone we got to take care of her. Except one horrible night, outside to do her business, those d** dogs across the street provoked her. She ran over, me chasing, but a car at the worst time came by. At least they had the nature to stop and help. She was immedietly rushed to an emergency care facility. She later for her own good, was put down so she couldn't suffer anymore. Some of the worst hours of my life. I still feel pain inside. I need some time to get used to the feeling to move on.

I might be on less, just need some time to grieve. She was a great dog, and I just hope I can move on.