the legacy of maxerodenfoe

yep, the only not-quite-ten-months-old kitten with a legacy; that's our max.

today, at 5pm, we brought our little orange kitten to the vet for his very last visit. he hissed and growled as usual. we told him before we went that he was allowed to put up a fight and that we'd be proud of him if he did. so he did. ryan has a brand new little cut on his left hand.

we also showed him the box that my dog denny lives in so he could see what he'll look like when he comes back home in a few days. as of tomorrow some one from an organization called Angel will come pick him up from the vet and he'll be cremated and stored in a nice little wooden box.

we're sad. there's a void on the sofa behind me where, if he were well enough, max would have been sat waiting to walk over the keyboard and bring up the internet explorer help window or make the search bar disappear. he was very skilled at computer ness. did i ever tell you about his google search for mining equipment? yeah. he opened the browser window himself and everything. of course, we couldn't afford the $97,000.00 water purifying pump he wanted.


we're sad, yes. but we're also (at least i am, i guess i shouldn't speak for ryan) happy. happy that we had the pleasure of knowing max. for his affection. and for being given the opportunity to add two awesome months to his way-too-short life. ryan said, and it might sound corny but it made me smile, how could a light that burned so brightly have lasted any longer?

that's our max. the brightest bulb on the tree. (not because he ate all the other bulbs either... although he did eat one....)

we're really going to miss him. my blog might even miss him. hardyf had told me, not too long ago in fact, that he felt as though max were sitting next to him at his computer because there are so many pictures of him up here. sorry if i bogged you down with them, but i was so proud to have him as a best friend for as long as i did. he kept me company on the days i spent home alone or even just the few hours between when i would get home from work and ryan. he was always around to chat with and full of fun and surprises.

hopefully, though, there will be a new addition to the acheson family home. his name will be Rowdy (after wrestler and legend Rowdy Roddy Piper--who had the same cancer as max, in fact, and was diagnosed within the same month--as a way of honoring max and a legend ryan and i are both rather fond up and hopefully meeting in march when we go to texas for a convention thing).


we don't know what rowdy will be like. we're not expecting anything of him either. ah, except we hope he's rowdy. ryan says he wants him to break stuff. all kittens break something. max chewed through ryan's $30 headset cable, for example.

so... this is max's last post. maybe not the last time you hear me go on about max (but i'm not going to do a whole post about the box max comes home in), because he's had that great an impact on both ryan and i.

but this is the last post with max in the tag i think.

with the most love i can offer, to maxerodenfoe, my sweet little orange demon, i love you, i'll miss you, but most of all i'll always remember you with a smile.


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