I had to say goodbye to my Max this week after an unexpected and rapid decline. I'm heartbroken, but more than anything, I'm so grateful for the 6½ years we got to spend together. He was my first pet, and he taught me so much. He never, ever stopped purring. I miss him terribly.

Max, a longhair white and mackeral tabby. He has impossibly beautiful green eyes, and one ear that is crumpled from an old injury. He's laying with his paws folded over the edge of a cushion, and looking slightly to the right.
A photo of Molly holding Max, belly-up, cradled in her arms like a baby. 
A photo of Molly laying on her side on a couch using a computer and smiling. Max is laying on her side, eyes mostly closed, with a paw resting on her shoulder.
A photo of Max curled up on a couch with Ruthie, a white and grey tabby shorthair. Max has one paw curled over his eyes and the other stretched out in front of him. Ruthie is curled beside him and has placed one of her paws and her chin on Max's outstretched paw.

He had an incredibly hard first half to his life, during which he was abandoned and endured some horrific things. He was eventually rescued by a feral cat rescue organization in Boston, and then he came to me for foster. Despite all he went through, he loved everyone he met.

He was the greatest older brother to Ruthie (even though she scared him at first) and he raised her ever since she joined us at only a few weeks old. I think it's wonderful that she grew up to look like his mini-me.

Max and kitten Ruthie look out a window together
Max lays on his back with his belly up and paws by his chin, playing with an adolescent Ruthie.
Max and Ruthie share a cushy grey bed together

He was probably about fifteen, although it's guesswork with adult strays. Give your pets a big hug today.

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