Max was an interesting cat to say the least.
Extremely friendly and trusting, a great mouser and the bane of voles, birds and field mice.
He kept the neighbourhood garages and basements mice free for no fee other than a hello and a rub on the belly.
He followed my wife home a couple of years back just before winter. He was skinny and getting up in years.
After wintering with us, he had become considerably chubby and was quite happy. We decided it would be unfair to lock him in the house with us and we wanted him to continue his life as he had enjoyed it, but with the benefit of a warm place to go when he wanted and access to food constantly. So we adopted him into our family.
My wife's plan was to get him so chubby he couldn't jump the fence anymore, but after he found out that it was ok to come and go as he pleased he adapted to his new situation and was always able to conquer the fence without issues.
I am happy that he did not have to face a long lingering illness followed by death and instead had a very quick death with little time for pain to bother him.
I gave him his final pats as I cradled his broken little blood covered body into a box and made ready to have him cremated.
I sure liked him, and I will miss him and I thank you all for your condolences. I will share them with my wife who will also appreciate them.