Maize was a very good boy. Dogs are inherently good, and if we treat them with love they will love us back—unconditionally. If you teach your dog how to be a very good boy, he’ll be the best boy. Our dogs are exactly what we need them to be, and that’s why Maize meant so much to me, because I needed him to.
When I moved to Chicago, I was uncertain and alone. I was worried about living by myself and didn’t know anyone in the city. I didn’t even have a fulltime job when I made the move. But I knew that I’d be safe if I had Maize by my side. He was someone to come home to, someone who counted on me and he was such a happy boy. He was my security alarm and my safety net.
And when I needed him most, he was up to the task. When I was released from the hospital following my biking accident, I was scared to see Maize. I thought he’d be too wild, too aggressive. I thought he’d jump on me out of excitement, that I’d be too weak to handle it. But I couldn’t have been more wrong.
Maize was gentle and kind. He was so sweet and sensitive. He wagged his tail in excitement, and gave me the space and tenderness I needed. Throughout my recovery, he stayed by my side, loyal and protective. He made me feel just as he always had; he made me feel safe. And he hasn’t left my side since.
Today, I said goodbye to Maize. I tried my best to help my good boy feel safe and secure, just as he’s always done for me. We had 12 wonderful years together, and I’m so thankful for all he gave me and all he taught me.
Thank you, Maize, for teaching me how to be responsible and independent. Thank you for teaching me kindness and patience. Thank you for your fierce loyalty and complete trust. You helped me grow up, you helped me become who I am today. I am so thankful I had the joy of loving you and being a part of your family.
Rest well, sweet boy. I’ll always remember you.