I thought it was just another walk, like every other night but I later learnt that I was wrong. This time it was different, Max had run away from me abruptly.
There we were just walking along the track, side by side. We had reached about halfway through the track. That's when it all happened, Max suddenly bolted away from me. I chased after him whilst calling his name but he was just too fast. Then it all came to me, i had really lost him and I was just so upset, this had never happened before it was so unusual.
The first method I tried was looking towards the way I had last seen him last. So there I was following a few footprints but still, I just couldn’t find him. I remember getting more concerned as time went on, especially without knowing what had caused him to run away like that. I continued to search for him, I wasn’t giving up. Not long after I began to hear growling noises, the first growl shook me up quite a bit. With the feeling whatever was making these noises had something to do with why Max had run away. So I decided to go towards the noises. The closer I got, the louder they became and the faster my heart started to race. Absolutely petrified that I was going to get hurt, I kept going for Max. Then came a very sudden point where the growling stopped and out of the corner of my eye I saw some type of big animal shadow running the opposite way. It was so distant that I couldn’t exactly make out what it was but I could see that it wasn’t small at all.
At this point I knew something really bad had happened to Max, I had that feeling and I just couldn’t shake off the thought that whatever big animal that was had hurt Max. I knew I had to keep looking around, so I did. But this time I was calling out to him hoping he would either bark or come to me. “Max, Max, come here boy”, I repeated it about ten times, but no reply, not even the slightest sounds. Honestly, at this point I thought I’d never see him again. But still, I chose not to give up. Just as I was about to just go home and see if I had any luck there, I saw something laying down. Immediately I rushed over and there he was, laying in a hole, bleeding out. Tears just started dripping down my face and I couldn’t stop, I was hugging him and he was just so cold. I knew he was gone but I didn’t want to believe it. I began to just scream for help even though no one could hear me.
I stayed there with Max for about another two hours before I finally decided it was time to let go and bury him. I kept him in the hole he was already in and gathered dirt and flowers to put on top of him. As I started to make my way home I was balling my eyes out, I couldn’t sleep once I was there and in the morning I went back to where I had buried him and just sat there talking to him. I have done the same, every day, every morning since.