His chair is empty now and we don't know what to do with ourselves. I know the pain will pass but we're raw right now. The simple truth is Max hasn't truly been himself for a while. He grew old very fast. I remember being to pick him up and hold him like a baby but I haven't been able to do that for several months because of the arthritis in his back. When my cat Trinity died 3 months after moving out here, Max seemed to sense that I needed him and he was truly my buddy ever since. Sarah actually knew I was the "one" because of Max. Max was very skittish and when we first met she told me that I might never see him. Well, the first day we met he came out and I was able to scratch his head. The second weekend I went to see Sarah, she went to a meeting at church and when she came home Max was sitting in my lap while we watched a movie. Most people didn't know he existed because he always hid but he loved me almost from day one.
He was a good kitty and we are going to miss him alot.