It’s Friday, 13 November 2o2o
This is the Woman.
It might be easier to go read the post over at Max’s blog, but I’m sure you know just by the tone what this is. Max was doing well until he suddenly wasn’t. His pain level seemingly exploded overnight and today he could barely walk, couldn’t make it into the litter box, and even with pain and nausea medication, he couldn’t eat.
We helped him to the Bridge at 4:50 this afternoon.
This has been hard, harder than I thought it would be. He made it to 19-1/2 and he had more good days than bad in the last few months; I thought after Buddah’s death that Max’s would be a bit easier to take given his age and the time we’ve had to say goodbye to him. And we spoiled him as much as we could, gave him all his favorite things, and the last couple of days he spent happily curled up on my lap.
His Ask Max column has been a treasure in my life. From the serious to the laugh-out-loud questions, helping him write it was always a highlight of the week.
One thing I know he would want you to do: go read the post he wrote to Hershey. I know that if he could have spoken, he would have said he had no fear about where he was headed, and it would be good to see Buddah again, and to find Hank the Dog and Dusty, the Cat Who Came Before Him. We made hundreds of friends from his blog, The Psychokitty Speaks Out, and I have a feeling that all his blogging buddies who got there before him not only helped Buddah transition, but are waiting there for him as well.
There are no tears in Heaven. But there are so, so many here right now. I will miss him, I am shattered, but I am so, so grateful for having had him in my life, and grateful for every one of you who made this all so much fun.