Max The Cat (RIP)

After I had lost my persian cat to kidney failure, I was missing having a cat in the house. So I took myself to the local shelter and found Max. He was already 1 1/2 years old and I knew he wouldn't be adopted as easily as the kittens that were there. I was told that his brother had been adopted and that Max's time was up. He was to be euthanized that very next day. After spending some time with him in the shelter I took him home. It took him a little while to warm up to me, but we had a great life together. He spent most of his days out on our sundeck lying in the sun relaxing or chasing the birds, leaves and anything else that moved. He finally passed away (at home in his sleep) at age 17 from cancer. Not a day goes by that I don't think about him and I miss him terribly, but I know that he's a happy kitten again, waiting at the Rainbow Bridge for me.
Long Beach, NY