Life continues

So... Life after Max continues.  Yesterday I missed him desperately.  Today I woke up grumpy and with a terrible case of potty-mouth.  I dropped the F-bomb more times today than I have in the last 6 months combined.  Tonight I started taking up and throwing away his stuff; litter box, food bowls, scratching posts... leftover home-made, all natural food.  :-( 

In spite of everything though, my sadness, my concern that Harley is missing Max too, I'm not depressed. I'm not lost.  It's okay. 

But I am saving his two favorite toys.  Two plushies with hidden pockets for catnip; his carrot and his "man purse". 

To Max, the cat who would be King.

 

 

 

Fast friends.  2010

 

 

Saying goodbye... for now.  2014

 

 

ox