Memories of Max
I will remember how soft your fur was.
I will remember your "boy paws."
I will remember that funny, loud growling noise you made, running as fast as you could when you needed to express the joy and energy inside you.
I will remember how pink your nose was.
I will remember how quick you were to purr.
I will remember how you enjoyed your fresh catnip plants and tuna fish.
I will remember how tiny you were when I first brought you home.
I will remember how you turned backflips when we played outside.
I will remember how you tore holes in the under side of my box spring and pulled yourself up into it when you wanted to hide.
I will remember how you loved to walk beside me in the yard.
I will remember that you were the only cat I've ever known who could make me laugh so much.
I will remember all your silly nicknames--Guppy-Headed Monster, Sparkle Bear, Boy-Boy Gitano.
I will remember finding out later that Gitano was the name of a tribe of gypsies, the gypsies who do not wander.
I will remember how you would jump your front feet off the ground, arching your back to meet my hand when I wanted to pat you.
I will remember I assigned your birthday as October 3rd, 2003.
I will remember the horror of your cry of pain.
I will remember how you lost control of your bladder.
I will remember how you couldn't move your hind legs as I tried to get you into your carrying case.
I will remember praying.
I will remember having to make the decision that will haunt me forever.
I will remember holding you as you died.
I will remember how all the tension left your body and I knew you were gone before they told me.
I will remember your greenish-yellow eyes.
I will remember trying to close them...unsuccessfully.
I will remember holding you as your body lost warmth.
I will remember handing you to a stranger.
I will remember the awful feeling of having to pay, of having to put your death on VISA.
I will remember coming home with an empty carrying case.
I will remember I lost you November 1st, 2009.
I will remember my beautiful, mad Max.
Let me be aware of the treasure you are,
It's June, Max. Please come back.
July, Max. I keep looking for you. Come back to me.
Today is August 1st. I miss you, Max. Come back. Come back. Come back.
September is here, Max. This used to be such a joyful time of year. It's not anymore. I miss you. I wish you were here with me. I keep remembering more about you. Your eyes were so big and round. You reminded me of an owl. So I sometimes called you Wol, after the misspelled name that Owl used in the Winnie the Pooh stories. I miss you, my little Wol.
Today is Sunday, October 3, 2010, Max. You would have been 7 today. I would have given you tuna for dinner and bought you a new toy and a fresh catnip plant. Your ashes are by my bed, except for the few bits I left at our house in Bothell under your favorite snowball bush. I guess I don't heal as quickly as others do, because it still hurts so much. Maybe it's the curse of having such a powerful memory. I don't tell anyone how much I miss you. Just you. Do miracles ever happen? Can you come back? Please try. Happy birthday, my beautiful little friend.
November 1st, Max. One year ago at about 4:30p.m. I lost you. I let them kill you. I still don't know if I did the right thing. You were in such pain, but at the last second, you jumped out of that horrible vet's arms. She said you would have to stay there and dared to say "He'll still be able to have some quality life." But how could I leave you alone where everything smelled of fear and death? Please, please forgive me, my beautiful little boy. I miss you so much. The thought of joining you makes Death seem unexpectedly kind. I will light candles for you this afternoon. Please see them burning and try to find your way back to me. I love you. Please try, Max.
November 10th, Max. One year ago I went to that horrible place where I lost you and picked up your ashes. I left a small bit at our house in Bothell, but the rest are still by my bedside. Now, I have to tell you something I'll probably never reveal to anyone else. November 1st I wrote that I'd light candles for you and wish you back with me. I did. Something so odd happened. I went to bed and turned out the light. I heard scratching like someone using the litter box in the next room. It went on and on to the point that I thought Jack or Ebony must have missed the box and were now trying to cover up their mistake by shoveling all the litter out onto the floor. I said loudly, "Come on, guys!" and turned on the lamp, thinking I better clean everything up now or face a bigger mess in the morning. The first thing I saw was Ebony on top of her kitty tower, staring toward the bedroom door that was just barely ajar. The next thing I saw was Jack, tense and crouched a few feet away from the door, fixated on whatever was on the other side. The litter box noise continued. I felt this total terror of something being so wrong, I couldn't move. Almost as soon as I did, the noise stopped. I took a few minutes more, but then I went through the house, trying to see what could have made the noise and scared Ebs and Jack...and me. I didn't find anything. I wonder now if you came back and were driven away again by my fear. Crazy sounding, I know, but I've never experienced anything like that before. Anyway, Max, please try again. I promise I won't be afraid, only amazed and grateful. I do love you so very, very much. I still can't understand why you were taken. I don't just want you back. I need you, Max. Come back. Try. I'll light the candles again today.
November 25th, 2010. Happy Thanksgiving, little boy. I miss you.
December 1st, 2010. I miss you, little boy. Forgive me.
December 26th, 2010. Christmas has come and gone. That's two without you. I miss you more than can be told. Wait for me.
January 9th, 2011. I'm a little late writing to you, Max. I had some health issues and they still haven't cleared up. Guess what, little boy? A couple of stories I wrote are going to be published this year. Just an e-zine, but that's more than most people get, right? Ebony keeps going to the closet where I have the box of mailing materials I used to use for e-bay. You liked to jump into it and I think she's looking for you. Still. So am I, so am I, so am I. I don't understand why you were taken. I'll never understand. I want you back so much it hurts. Please be somewhere happy and wonderful and peaceful. But most of all, please just BE. I love you, Max.
February 1st, 2011. I'm still not well, Max. I've always dreaded February. When most people think of valentines and love, I've never been able to have those sorts of comforts. I miss you. I hate God for taking you away from me. Please forgive me.
February 9th, 2011. Thinking of you so much lately. I can feel spring coming. I always wanted to share spring with you. You should be here. I should be holding you. I will never understand. Come back. Or wait for me. I had a dream, but it's one of those dreams that don't fade, so is it really JUST a dream? There was an old man. He was my grandfather, although I've never met a grandparent. They were all dead before I was born. He was taking care of you, Max. I asked him to keep you close and safe. He said he would. Wait for me.
March 5th, 2011. All I can say is the same thing: I love you. I want you back. My life has so little in it compared to others in way of friends and society and love. Maybe that's why the hole you left has yet to be filled. Or maybe I just miss you that much. Come back.
April 1st, 2011. Love you, little boy. I had a strange dream last night. It faded quickly, but I recall Jack died in it. I was holding your body, Max, the way I did when I lost you. Somehow it turned into Jack's instead. He's only one year old. I do love him, but I knew you longer. Miss you. Come back, Boy-Boy.
May 1, 2011. Please come back, Max. I don't want to run out of space with the word limit. Just know how much I miss and love you. Forever.
June 1, 2011. Wait for me, Max. I'll always look for you.
July 2, 2011. Why were you taken? I don't understand. Come back.
August 1, 2011. There are no more words. Just look in my heart and you'll know. Come back.
September 2, 2011. I want you to be happy more than anything, Max. Always remember how much you're loved. Wait for me, please.
October 1, 2011. I always say 'goodnight' to you. I can't, however, say 'goodbye.' Love you always, little boy.
October 3, 2011. Happy Birthday, boy-boy. You should have been 8 today. Love you.
October 22, 2011. Hi, Max. Buffy died 8 years ago, 7:30a.m. You never knew her. The two of you together would have been heaven, so now I hope you've found each other and will wait for me. Candles tonight.
November 1, 2011. Two years today, at 4:30pm. Loved and missed as much as ever, more than a heart can bear.
December 1, 2011. I'm holding you close to keep you warm, little boy. All my love surrounds you.
January 1, 2012. Happy New Year, little boy Max. I miss you so much it hurts.
February 1, 2012. Hi, baby. You know how we feel about February. I miss you. I don't understand at all why you're gone. God must hate me, but why take it out on you? No sense. No sense at all.
March 3, 2012. Such a sad spring on its way. I miss you. Love you.
April 1, 2012. Thinking of you, Max. You should be here. Why aren't you?
May 1, 2012. Miss you so much, little boy. Not fair that you're gone.
June 1, 2012. How cruel hope is--letting me think I might find you again. Love you always, Max.
July 1, 2012. You hated the noise of July 4th. Even now, I'll keep the windows closed and keep the music playing. Miss you, Maxie.
August 8, 2012. I'm late visiting you, Max. I'm sorry. Does this mean there are now times when I'm NOT thinking of you? I don't know what's worse: my guilt that I might someday forget you, or trying to hang onto something so sad because it's all that's left. I do love you. Come back to me.
September 1, 2012. September's are sad without you here. You loved the cooler fall weather. I miss you.
October 1, 2012. The veil is supposed to be thin in October. I wish we could see each other. Love you, little boy.
October 3, 2012. You would have been 9. Happy Birthday, boy-boy. Wait for me, please.
November 1, 2012. We parted 3 years ago today. Forgive me, Max. Please forgive me. Your ashes are by me bed except for those I left under your favorite snowball bush in Bothell. I hope you can find me. I wish I could see you. Love you always, always, always.
December 2, 2012. I'm beginning to believe that this pain will never diminish. I still feel an outrage toward God, thinking that there is no earthly reason for your having been taken at the time and in the way you were. I can still hate whatever God is. Because I can still love you, my Maxie. I hope you'll meet me when I cross over. I hope that sort of thing really happens. Miss you.
January 1, 2013. Still here. Still missing you. Stay warm and know you're loved. It's the most important thing...
February 1, 2013. I don't think I'll every understand why. Miss you. Not fair.
March 1, 2013. I dreamt of you a few nights ago. You were hurt. But you were with me. Every day we come closer to being together. Miss you, Maxie.
April 1, 2013. Still can't believe how cruel God is. I'll never understand. Miss you every day, Max. Love you...
May 1, 2013. Hi, baby. I miss you. More and more lately. Wounds this deep don't heal. Love you, Max.
June 1, 2013. Still here. Still waiting for you, or for a reason. Love you, Maxie.
July 1, 2013. Think of you often. Miss you always...Love you, Max.
August 1, 2013. Closer all the time...wait for me, Max. Love you...
September 1, 2013. Autumn's almost here. Another year of missing you. I don't understand why God wants me to be so alone. But he does. I miss you, Max....
October 1, 2013. I walk past your picture every day. Just so unfair. You should be here. Or I should be there. Wait for me....
October 3, 2013. You would have been 10 today....
November 1, 2013. 4 years ago today, Max. I held the box holding your ashes to my chest and cried last night. 4 years and I'm no closer to understanding why. And I miss you so, so much. Where are you...
December 6, 2013. I'm late this month. It still hurts, Max. I'm so sorry. I wish I'd been better. Been able to save you. Not fair. So many things are just not fair. There can't be a God in a world like this. I miss you, miss you, miss you...
January 6, 2014. A new year, Max. I've lost the last 2 friends I had. I always think friends will be forever. Must be something about me that makes me so easy to leave. I with you were here. Someday...
February 1, 2014. I wish I could contact you, Max. And Phoebe. This month on the 22nd is when I lost her in 2002; the beginning of the end. Love, love, love you, little boy...
March 2, 2014. Horrible feelings and bad things happening, Max. Jack surprised me with abnormal blood tests. Kidney and liver trouble. He's only 4. I'll check him again on Friday, but, if there's anything to the omen of the number 2-22, I want to put it here, that it keeps turning up lately. A death number. I hope it just means the death of my hobby writing for a fan site, which ended terribly and cruelly. I'll find out soon. I'm so alone, Max. I wish you were here...
April 8, 2014. This is the latest I've been telling you how much I miss you. Not because I'm forgetting you, but because of turmoil in my mirthless life. Cyber-bullying. Apparently, I can't even keep internet friends. God, I wish you were here, my little, beautiful friend. Forgive me for letting you go...Sometimes, I hate God.
May 4, 2014. Really miss you. Wish I could hug you. Wait for me...
June 1, 2014. Thinking of you everyday, boy-boy. Miss you. Love you...
July 1, 2014. You should have grown old with me. Wish you were here, Max. Love you...
August 1, 2014. You're in my thoughts every day. I love you, Max. Miss you. I still can't believe God took you that way. Can't forgive it. Can't understand it. Sometimes I hate God, if there even is one.
September 1, 2014. You brought so much joy and energy into my life, Max. Thank you. I miss you...
October 1, 2014. On the 3rd, you would have been 11. Taken too soon, by a God too cruel. Love you...
October 3, 2014. You would have been 11. I wish I could hold you...
October 21, 2014. 9:30 pm tonight, 2003 was the last time I saw Buffy. She died the next morning, 7:30am. Alone. I wasn't there.
October 30, 2014. Just got bad news, Max. I might be with you sooner than I'd thought. If that happens, I really hope you're there waiting. Love, love, love you...
November 1, 2014. Five years ago at 4:30 pm you were gone. I don't know if I'll be with you soon, but the time is getting closer. I love you...miss you...
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