If you really knew me you would know about my autistic brother. When my brother was three years old he was diagnosed with asperger syndrome. Which is a case of autism but not as severe as others. Usually my family wondered why he would line is toy cars in a straight line ? why he would continuously talk about stuff that happened in T.V shows over and over ? He had very strict therapy everyday for three hours his therapists were sometimes nice and other times they were mean to him. One day we went to the Pewaukee Village Park to play and you know there is a railroad well a train was crossing the railroad we turned around trying to find him then we saw him running full speed toward the train as mom is yelling for him to stop with tears in her eyes my dad starts charging at him my brother stops 20 ft away from the train my mom and I are relieved he stop he basically almost killed him self. That is when we decided to get a service dog. In June of 2004 when I was eight years old my brother seven at the time. My parents and him left for Ohio. While I was left home alone with my aunt for 14 days. At first I missed my parents a lot. Also my mom promised me she would email me everyday. Then she emailed me one day and it said the dog that Karen gave her was white. My mom was not sure if she wanted a white dog in the house. I told my mom yes you got to give him a chance you can't just abandon him with another stranger. Turns out we got the white dog and my brother named him Max. Max was trained in search and rescue and he also kept my brother close to my mom when we went shopping. However Max had hip problems. As Brennan got older he really did not need Max as much as he did when he was younger. Max was growing older by the day. Eventually he got cancer he could not anything with out vomiting it up. We finally made the best choice for Max was to put him out of his misery of having to live any longer than needed. The day came it was 2/12/11 my dad took max to McDonalds and gave him a 6 piece chicken mcnugget and we took him to the vet and put him down. I will never forget how Max helped him so much become who he was.
R.I.P
Max
2/12/11 <3
It can be so sad when you lose a beloved dog. I'm so sorry to hear about Max. Sounds like he had a very full and happy life though. Thank you for sharing, Mikayla.
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