
05/10/2025
For twelve long years, rain or shine, the postal worker kept his route. And every single day, waiting by the fence with a stick in his mouth, was Max. Their daily meeting, a cheerful greeting and a wagging tail, was a cherished routine for both of them.
Then, one day, the familiar greeting didn't happen. Max wasn't there.
A week later, the dog's owner approached the mailman with a small, heartfelt gift: a framed picture of Max. Below the photo was a simple, profound note: "He waited for you every day. You were his favorite part of it."