He's been gone 3 years, but there isn't a moment in my day in which I don't think about him. He was a big, soft, gentle, affectionate Himalayan sealpoint cat with wide azure eyes, a fluffy brown tail and beautiful long fur. He'd come running when he'd see me - tail held high, with a regal bearing fit for the king that he was. He always made my day better - no matter what had happened. He consoled me through the loss of my parents, months of convalescence after a bad car wreck and development of chronic headaches. He celebrated with me the successes of my life - passing exams, successful ventures and accomplishing a career change. He "helped" me with my homework, arranging himself by the computer as I labored on into the night as I studied for exams, wrote paper after paper, and took work home. He chirped his encouragement in his own cat language that somehow I could always understand.

And then, gradually, mysteriously, he began losing weight. I didn't notice it at first. I brought him to the vet - "not to worry - cats sometime do that". He began to vomit - "hairballs" I was told, so I brushed him more diligently. He started to walk like an old man and it just became obvious that things were not right. I went to a smarter vet - he had a large tumor on his liver, pancreatitis, renal failure, inflammatory bowel disease and possibly lymphoma. I gladly spent the money - surgery, intragastric feedings every 2 hours, hospitalization after hospitalization. He never complained. He bore everything with dignity and patience. I just wanted a little more time. We only had 15 years of love.

Maxiee showed me every day of his life that love is being helpful when you can, being kind and being there. I will miss him always.

Im so sorry