Max run away last Monday from my building place.
When I noticed this I followed his trace to the other side of the road
until a house where he had been seen a few moments before. From there I could not
trace him anymore. This morning we found his dead body in the hedges, 20 m from that house.
I remember he swallowed a big piece of smoked ham-skin on Sunday morning.
He tried to vomit it back, and it stuck in his throat, what cut his breath.

Without MAX, my life is empty. I will never forget this good fellow.

Rest in peace, old chap, you have been the best friend I ever had.