Max, our furry confidant, so wise, so true,
With eyes that saw far more than most ever knew.
At Dialog’s halls, he made his place,
Silent, steady, a calming grace.
He had a gift, a rare, keen sight,
To see through the false, to sense what’s right.
No words were needed, just a knowing glance,
He’d sift through the noise, see through the dance.
And when he approved, you’d surely know,
A gentle snuggle, a wag just so.
His way of saying, You’re one of mine,
A bond unspoken, strong and fine.
His heart belonged to the 14th floor,
Where love awaited behind that door.
He’d take the lift, a mission clear,
To find his soul mate, always near.
But now our Max, once bold and bright,
Struggles through an unseen fight.
Not quite himself, a little slow,
Yet in those eyes, that wisdom glows.
Hold on, dear friend, for you are loved,
Spirits strong, souls above.
No matter where this road may bend,
You’ll always be our truest friend.
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