Max

My cat passed away on Friday. I had him for almost 9 years. He just passed away unexpectedly. He was fine before we went to bed, and when Brandon got up, he wasn’t. Every time I took him to the dr.’s they said he was in great condition. He was always healthy. Never had any problems (besides stress, he used to pull his hair out).
Well anyway, the day he passed away I laid in bed and cried most of the day. He is the only thing that has been constant for me in my life for the past 8 years. Literally. He has moved everywhere with me. Has gone through 4 relationships, the good and the bad. Lived with my parents, my sisters, my nephews when I did. Lived in 2 different states. I moved him I think like 8 times. I never could go anywhere and leave him for too long. When I moved into my first apartment in Cortland, I wasn’t allowed to have cats so my parents said they were just going to keep him. I couldn’t bare it and went and got him a week later. I kept him in the apartment even though I wasn’t allowed. He was my Max. God I miss him. So much. I feel so bad, I didn’t get to spend much time with him. For the past 20 months my life has been Erik. Max used to sleep with me and always be with me before Erik came around. Then when Erik arrived he was just kind of there. I took advantage of that, and now I miss him more than I can say. He’s been the only thing, person, anything that has been there for me constantly the past 8 years. Everyone else has come and gone in my life, including my family. There is a spot in my heart he will always have. I can’t get another cat. No one will ever replace him. I wish he was still here.