Max died in his sleep last night. He was a good kitty and good family friend. He was always in the middle of the kitchen floor or the hallway floor. For 14 years we stepped over him, brushed him and gave him his favorite food...chicken. For a little over 2 years he has been loved, layed upon, hugged, carried and kissed by lilly and sophie.
I gave him three weeks after diagnosis. After that I had planned to take the next step. He died at the end of the third week. Daryl buried him in the back yard.
This is the last picture taken of Max.