I'm bipolar and Max was my therapy cat. We found each other at Cat Care Society in Denver CO. If it wasn't for him and his love I don't know how I would have made it through some of the darkest times of my life. Whenever I felt I just couldn't make it another minute, hour, day, I would tell myself, I have to be here for Max. See, Max had been abused, negleted and abdoned and I had made a promise to him that I would never do that to him. He would only know love for the rest of his life. He gave me so much more in return. Dried oceans of tears. Waited at the door for me to come home. Chased away a peeping tom in the middle of the night!
Max didn't like men but when he met my husband for the first time, he seemed to know he was an "ok guy".
Max went to heaven Oct 4, 2006. He had his litty paws around my neck, our hearts next to each other, in death as in life.