We lost Max today.
Billy adopted him when he was about 16 in NYC. I met Max at St. John's College, when he came to live with Billy just after we met. When we were graduated, we moved to 426 Atlantic Avenue in Brooklyn, between Nevins and Bond:
Our friend, Camille, stayed with us for awhile. She loved him well:
Many good times.
Then we moved to Windsor Terrace, near Prospect Park (17th Street and 11th Avenue). Max could play with other dogs in the Nethermead.
Everyone loved Max.
He went with Billy to Maine, to hang out with him while he studied for the bar exam:
Then we moved to New Orleans. We lived on Kerlerec between St. Claude and Marais. We were married there, after being together for seven years. Max was there.
On the levee, where everybody takes the pooches:
At the Treme house:
The day that we moved into the Treme house from Brooklyn (tired):
Halloween at the Treme house:
Evacuation, Hurricame Katrina:
Christmas 2005:
Carondelet, between Clio and Erato, the first house we ever owned:
After awhile, Max's cataracts became so awful that a dog who usually always knew where the camera was fled from the flash....
...and so daylight pictures were the way to go from then on.
Thanksgiving walk, 2005
We just bought our step-up house, where we will start a family, on friday. We wish he could have moved with us.
We really loved him. Goodbye Max.I miss him.
