Dear Max: I can't believe it's been a whole year since I let you go and I miss you every day. Sometimes I feel a kitty jumping on the bed and I think it's Merlin but when I get up I find him sleeping on the couch. Are you visiting me?
Even though I have opened up my heart to a new kitty who loves me just as much as you did, you still remain my
kitty.
Hope you are having fun up there and I will see when my time is up. RIP Max.
Life should NOT be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in an attractive and well preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways, champagne in one hand and strawberries in the other, body thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and screaming WOO HOO - What a Ride!
--unknown
Sometimes the most real things in the world are the things we can't see
--Polar Express
Until one has loved an animal, part of their soul remains unawakened.
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