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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