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'Maxwell'

by Chris Moore
(Ruislip, Middlesex, UK)

We lost our big handsome boy on Monday this week. He hadn't been well at the weekend and when I took him to the vet on Monday morning I had a horrible feeling. He lived long enough to say goodbye to us all that evening before he went to sleep.

This kitty was a rescue cat brought home by my stepdaughter and a complete yob in his early days who settled into being bosscat when we lost Floosie cat three years ago. We thought we might have given him a complex callng him "the wrong cat" all those years, but he didn't hold it against us.

He snook into my heart with his five am wakeup calls to be given treats and love. Wouldn't share the sofa with anyone - he'd sit on the coffee table and stare at you hard until you moved from his favourite seat. My heart is breaking cos I still see him ambling down the garden past Floosie's memorial stone.

For a white cat he had an amazing knack of catching birds and mice - I'll even miss having to clear up the evidence of a kill!!! I can't look at the fuscia bush in the garden, which was his favourite hunting ground...

Thank you Max for 9 wonderful years. Now you've crossed the Bridge and are with Fudgie, Toffee and Floosie (and she's probably hissing at you for being bumptious as she always did). Take care of him for Mumsie. I will always love you.

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