I had to say goodbye to my buddy Max yesterday who has been with me since 2011. I pulled him from the shelter because he was extremely shy and actually had feral tendencies. It took a long time for him to really trust me but once he did, he would have moments where he would solicit petting sessions and once I got my hands on him to brush him or stroke him, he would close his eyes and talk to me. He was definitely a talker.
We estimate Max to be over 12 years old since he was about six or seven when I originally got him. He loved spending time on the outside patio at the Lapcats Manor sunbathing and hanging out with the other kitties. There was not a mean bone in this boys body. He was gentle and sweet and a kind spirit. Of course I was with him until the end as it should be.
He ate his temptation treats and stayed swaddled in a warm, fleece blanket when he took his last breath. He will be privately cremated and will continue to live on in spirit not only in my heart but the hearts of many. Shannon Asquith is the one who originally asked me to take Max "temporarily" and I'm thankful she did. RIP sweet boy Maxi.... take care of Mae Mae, Bugg, Tango, Big Guy, and Harvey all of whom have passed this year. Forever in our hearts xoxo.