I was four years old when I got my Max. Boy was he a pain, always scratching up my arms and biting me. Maybe that’s because I was always dressing him up in cute doll clothes. He and I did a lot together. We moved to three different houses together. We went through the divorce of my parents together, and we made it
through lots of thunderstorms together.
Max always knew when I needed a friend. When I was sad or scared he was right by myside. When I got my wisdom teeth pulled he slept with me on the couch and purred away letting me know he was there. I am 21 years old know and Max was getting pretty old; he couldn’t hear as well, and he was becoming senial. I knew that the day was going to come when I would have to call the vet and set up an appointment to have him put down. I planned on staying in the room with him until he was gone letting him know I was still there.
But unfortunatly When I arrived home today My dad told me that Max was dead. I thought well he must of died in his sleep. Wrong again, some nasty neighbors had let their two large Weimaraners out to run all night long and they came across my Max and brutally killed him in his own front yard. He was to old and slow to get away and my Dad found him early this morning.
I feel so terrible; he is better off but that was not how I intended him to go. So know these two vicious dogs get to live and My Max had to suffer a cruel punishment. I loved my cat very much and I always will. I know he will keep the wonderful lord very happy because he made my 17 years with him very happy. God bless you Max and I miss you and Love you very much.