You find yourself left with a crotchety old black cat and
you wonder, “Why me?”
And then it slowly dawns on you; he is your ticket to the
past. He is the only one, save you, who understands and remembers the
intricacies of our mostly-gone family. And you remember that he and you have
always had a tight relationship. And you realize that you love him.
Okay, I admit that I was always a little pissed that every
time the devil called to speak to his second-cousin-once-removed, Max was
always in the litter box. It is awkward making small talk with Satan on the
phone.
And who do you think taught me all the foul language I use?
Sure as hell wasn’t Ralph or Trixie or Spike or Richard or Tillie or Tom. Those
credits belong to Max! He could make a drunken sailor blush!
Okay, let’s cut through the bullshit. Max is dying. He hasn’t
eaten in days. He is weak and listless. He has troubles jumping up onto my lap.
He is having troubles swallowing. I know what I must do, but I don’t like it.
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3 comments:
Oh Mac. I'm so sorry. We always knew you loved Max and he you even though you called him the second cousin of the devil. He just has a very strong personality. I like that in a cat...and in my favorite brother!
Thinking of you Mac.
I am so sorry Mac, remember when I was out there and I accidentally let Max outside, after I called & chased him around you said stop, he is just playing with you--he will come back! He did😊 I also remember watching him climb the latter to your upstairs. What a character!! Love you & thinking about you as you go thru this. Hugs
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