Upon their initial encounter, Joey Maxwell and his spouse were captivated by Maverick, who resided in an animal shelter on the brink of demise, being malnourished and gaunt. Compassionately, they decided to adopt him, assimilating him into their family, and relishing in six delightful years together. Consequently, when the disheartening news of Maverick’s lymphoma diagnosis surfaced a couple of years ago, Maxwell devoted himself entirely to assisting his beloved canine in conquering cancer. Astonishingly, the initial course of chemotherapy administered yielded positive results, providing a glimmer of hope for Maverick’s recovery.
About two months back, the illness resurfaced, causing him to lose his ability to walk. Consequently, the owner made the decision to transport the adorable canine on a wagon. Initially, the intention was simply to bring some happiness into Mav’s final days, but unexpectedly, an extraordinary impact was observed on the doggie’s well-being.
Maxwell, in conversation with CBS News, mentioned that when they remove him from a particular environment, he tends to vocalize his presence by barking towards anyone who crosses his path. This behavior continues until someone kindly caresses him, which, according to Maxwell, depicts his belief that every soul in the world exists solely to provide him with affection.
And it is quite possible that he is correct. The overwhelming flow of affection and encouragement that Maxwell and his furry companion receive is truly remarkable. As a testament to this, Maxwell recently received a remarkable 50% discount on a wagon after sharing his heartfelt story, a touching moment that brought tears to both Maxwell and the kind-hearted Lowe’s cashier. These days, whenever the people in Maxwell’s small community catch a glimpse of Maverick, they instantly recognize him and gravitate towards him to shower the lovable pup with affection. It is abundantly clear that Maverick is thriving and growing stronger with each passing day, perhaps because he simply adores those joyous rides in the wagon.
“We find ourselves in a great position as we truly grasp the immense value Mav holds for countless individuals, along with the fact that he has genuinely experienced an equal measure of their affection and support.”
The pet I’ll never forget: Ella the puppy threw up on me, snubbed me and after 10 years decided to love me
Mum, Dad, my brother Michael: everyone in the family got more affection from our ridgeback-staffie cross. And guess whose bed she used to poo on…
I think the tone was set when Ella threw up over me on the way back from the Dogs Trust. She was three months old, rolling around on the back seat between me and my twin brother, Michael (we’d just turned seven), and wasn’t enjoying her first trip in a car. She could have been sick anywhere – over the seat, over the floor – but for some reason she decided to climb on to me first.
It was the start of a beautiful but strangely one-sided friendship. Ella, a ridgeback-staffie cross, was the perfect dog: playful, energetic, naughty and tolerant. She would let us poke and prod her without complaint, turn her ears inside-out or dress her up in T-shirts or the thick woollen poncho my Greek Cypriot grandma knitted her for the British winter. And she was endlessly loving, at least to the other members of the family. Me? Too often it was as if I didn’t exist. If Michael and I were sitting on the sofa, she’d bound up to him. If I came home after a day out with my dad, he was the one she’d jump at. If I tried to take her for a walk by myself, she’d drag her feet and insist that I fetch my brother.
To add insult to injury, about once a year she would do a poo in the house. Not just anywhere, though: she’d climb the stairs to my room and leave it in a neat pile on top of my bed.
I can’t pretend I wasn’t offended by Ella’s attitude – I loved her just as much as anyone. But it took me a while to realise that in her eyes we were both bitches fighting for our place in the pack. I read that dogs are 98.8% wolf, even yappy little chihuahuas. Ella was a definite she-wolf and my mother (she who opened the tin of dog food every night) was the undisputed alpha female. Ella could handle that fact, but she didn’t want to be the omega female. That was me.
Working out the reasons for Ella’s lack of sisterhood, understanding that her indifference was atavistic and not just casual, didn’t make me any less jealous of my brother, who always took great pleasure in the fact that Ella seemed to prefer him. But I resigned myself to the situation. And then one day (happy ending, anyone?) everything changed. I must have been 16 or 17, we’d been away for a fortnight in France, and when we got back it was me she ran up to first, whining and twisting with pleasure at seeing me again. After that it was like all those years of competition had never happened. We were best friends for ever, or at least for the couple of years she had left. Ella finally loved me.
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