A lifetime ago (2005) when I was a soccer mom, and we had just adopted a shelter dog (Katie) after the loss of our beloved Brandy, we came home from a soccer game with a kitten in a shoe box, and we named him Max.
We had adventure after adventure with him, one of the first things he did was to climb up on the roof and fall off…life #1.
He was the boss of the house, even though Katie was bigger, and canine…
Max was a brawler and got in many, many fights, resulting in many vet visits. I was advised to keep him inside, but he just wasn’t going to have it, and the doggie door for Katie was put to good use by Max as well.
Max liked his subjects to behave, (including the weather) and let me know in no uncertain terms when he was not happy, that is why he is known as The Emperor.
When I had to say goodbye to Katie in 2014, Max took over as chief protector and comforter, and even though he is a cat, he looked out for me in his way.
In 2018, when I almost ran over a kitten that was in the middle of Northern Avenue, and brought said kitten home (Sam), there were certainly some adjustments to make!
But Max took things in stride and became the mentor to this strange little creature…
Max was a great sport about sharing the house with another male and not so much later, slowed down significantly, the diagnosis was Stage 3 kidney disease (August 2019).
So yes, I’ve known this day was coming, sometimes lived in denial and hoped that somehow we could be the exception and I would never have to say goodbye.
But that day has come and we bid farewell to The Emperor, our lives forever enriched through his presence. We will miss him mightily. May your subjects pay you appropriate homage in heaven, my dear Max…