Max is my senior. He's 9 and he's gotten better about a lot of things and worse on a few things.

Sounds wierd, but he's so much better with Muffin than he ever was with Molly. He's tolerant with Molly now, but he just really didn't like her when we brought her home. But since the day we brought her home he'll lay down with Muffin, let her drape all over him, walks side-by-side with her, and he'll eat at the same time as her.

He is less tolerant about things he doesn't like - being moved when he's asleep. And being taken to have a bath - he's not bad once you get him in the tub, but on the way he growls.

He's our sweet, crabby old boy but we both love him dearly.

I dread the time when he's not with us. When his time comes, we're going to have him cremated, like we did with Peach, and he'll go in the same urn with her. They were best buddies while she was alive and it's only right they be together when his time comes.