Max, a sweet 15 year old Siamese kitty, lived most of his life with a woman who loved him. When she left - she died I think, on the east coast. He was driven to Arkansas and left in the care of her relatives, who didn't want him! They were afraid he would die - and actively looked for someone else to take this venerable devoted aging cat. It's so sad that people do that, but they do.

He was lucky - Susan welcomed him with open arms and loved him, but the shock of moving so much and changing homes and families was too much for old Max.

Today, after only a few weeks, he went into kidney failure and died, peacefully on Susan's bed, well loved and cared for, surrounded by 2 understanding older Siamese cats and a young gray tabby who lay quietly by him, also with humans trying to attend to him from time to time. Maybe it sounds strange, but it was beautiful, peaceful, spiritual, a good way to go - drifting on among cool cats and friends who care, in a quiet room on a soft bed.

We buried him in a friends back yard, way back, near the gulley, on kind of a high place under a tree, with a poem and some flowers and a prayer. It's a place where other kitties wander and look around, a good place for a good cat - Max.

Gloria

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