He's 7 years old, a golden retriever who almost didn't make it. And thanks to strangers like you — he's still here.

Max never left Noah's side. Every hard day, every bad moment — Max was there first.

Three months ago: lymphoma. Without surgery, we'd lose him. So Noah and I made bracelets. Strangers showed up. Hundreds of them.

Max had his surgery. He's home. He still waits by Noah's door every morning.