A Bitter-Sweet Reminder

I was trying to find something in my email archives the other day, and came across a picture of Maxwell's namesake.

Max the cat was the absolute best animal you could every hope to be loved by. Adopted as a kitten when I was about 9, he had to be put to sleep the fall before I got my Aussie. He'd been living with my parents, since he was too old and frail to move with me (and my man is WAY too allergic).

Here's the original Max in his final years, as photographed by my mom.

Little Maxwell, you have big paw prints to follow. But you carry the name well.