Max came to us sort of by chance, we had gone to Bonnett Pet Center to pick out a pet cat and all they had were two black ones. One who looked pretty lazy and one who was pretty fluffy, but kinda dirty. Well, that little furball was Max, the cat who would become so much to us: a friend, a confidant, and an everlasting companion. Though we only had him 8 short months in that time he left little pawprints upon our hearts. Maybe it was the way he looked at you with his big yellow eyes when he wanted to play, or maybe it was just the simple fact that he knew when you needed him and he was always there to lend a comforting paw and a purr. Or maybe it was both. Maybe it was the way he loved to chase Rhino all over the house or how lazy he was and all the different locations he slept in (dryer, cupboards, bathtub, under the bed). Maybe it was how much he loved to go outside and growl at birds, or maybe it was the way that whenever I would jiggle the car keys, he knew it was time for a fun car ride. Maybe it was his unconditional love and never wavering friendship that drew me to him. He needed me, and I needed him. He was my best friend, the only one I felt I could really open up to. And now, 10 short months after he was born.. he is gone. Gone ahead of me, to get our mansion ready in the Kingdom of Heaven. He's gone now to wait for me. To wait patiently at the door for my key to enter the lock.. to run towards me and shower me with love and affection.. for us to never be seperated again. I love you, Max and I can't wait for us to be reunited and to never seperate again.