A Sad Good-Bye.
Sadly, my full attention has been elsewhere lately. We had to say good-bye to our sweet cat Max yesterday—a little too soon after saying good-bye to our other cat, Dax, earlier this summer. After fighting an open wound for months and cancer in her lymph nodes, Max lost her battle.
Max was my husband's cat first (he had her for 20 long years) and over time I grew to love and respect her. She had her own personality. Unlike Dax, she was a quiet cat that didn't beg for scraps but would sit quietly and wait her turn. She was also selective to whom she gave her affection—and when. It took a while but I was lucky to eventually be included in that short list. I had to constantly remind myself that her cute wide-eyed stare didn't always mean I could pet her. We are heart-broken that she is gone; that both our cats are now gone. The house feels far too empty without them.
Max:
Dax:
