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Today marks three months since you got sick. I think of you everyday and cry most of them. Your brothers, Muffin and Speedboat are still trying to decide who is the boss. They finally lay together side by side. I hope they will get to be buddies like you were buddies with Speedboat. Muffin is not the outsider anymore and he seems to enjoy that. I wrote a story about your life with us, Max, I didn't want to forget any of the fun things about you. I included the wonderful picture of you sitting on top of the swing in the yard. I also included the Rainbow Bridge Story. I shared a copy with your vet and also with your first family. Of course, having lived with you, they knew you were more than just a cat. I wanted the vet who took care of you to understand just how special you were and now he does. I wanted an angel memorial to you and I found a great "Cat Angel" statue with a sign hanging from its mouth. Our best friend, who thought you were such a great cat, painted your name and dates on the sign for me. It sits in the dining room on top of the china cabinet overlooking our table. You always did like to be up higher than everyone and everything else.
Sometimes I feel like I should get another cat because I was so used to us having three. But I keep talking myself out of it. I know another cat would not fill this hole in my heart that is so big. I am writing this on a cat site where I have met many wonderful folks who understand the hurt I feel because they have experienced it firsthand too. Your picture is posted there, along with your brothers. Some of them wrote how you were such a handsome boy. The folks are so sweet and understanding. I have read how some of them have experienced strange things, maybe even their pet's presence. I would love to feel your presence once more. I did dream about you one night though. You were so real. I was holding you and petting you and feeling once more your sweet little head. At least I think it was a dream. I was so disappointed when I woke up. But it was great and I am thankful because I felt like I saw you once more and could even feel your soft silky fur. I don't think I will ever stop missing you. Life is not the same. We don't talk about you much because it is just too painful. I am glad you were my number one cat. You knew it too and so did everyone else who knew us both. You brought much happiness to my life. I just hope where you are that you are not missing me like I miss you and I so want to see you again, sweet boy. You were a blessing and I will never forget you. Rest in peace until then.
Sometimes I feel like I should get another cat because I was so used to us having three. But I keep talking myself out of it. I know another cat would not fill this hole in my heart that is so big. I am writing this on a cat site where I have met many wonderful folks who understand the hurt I feel because they have experienced it firsthand too. Your picture is posted there, along with your brothers. Some of them wrote how you were such a handsome boy. The folks are so sweet and understanding. I have read how some of them have experienced strange things, maybe even their pet's presence. I would love to feel your presence once more. I did dream about you one night though. You were so real. I was holding you and petting you and feeling once more your sweet little head. At least I think it was a dream. I was so disappointed when I woke up. But it was great and I am thankful because I felt like I saw you once more and could even feel your soft silky fur. I don't think I will ever stop missing you. Life is not the same. We don't talk about you much because it is just too painful. I am glad you were my number one cat. You knew it too and so did everyone else who knew us both. You brought much happiness to my life. I just hope where you are that you are not missing me like I miss you and I so want to see you again, sweet boy. You were a blessing and I will never forget you. Rest in peace until then.