Max 8th August 1997-21st September 2009
Think of Max and you think huge, kind, calm, comforting, gentle,
He has left an enormous hole in our lives; there will never be another like him.
He was always there, a calm comforting presence; you could rely on him to always be there, part of the furniture.
Always a sympathetic ear if you needed to talk to him, he?d look up at you with his kind Brown eyes. He understood so much.
Despite his size he crumpled if anyone raised their voice at him, yet he guarded us and kept us safe.
Once someone had come through our gate and were accepted by us as friends, Max always remembered and never barked at them again,even years later.
Recently I had taken him out for a walk off his lead, he noticed the postman across the road and kept showing an unhealthy interest in him. I believe this was because he recognised him as someone who regularly came down our drive but not through the gate.
To say he was motivated by food would be an understatement; he certainly lived to eat and would clear his meals at lightening speed.
He also enjoyed his walks and could read your mind if you were thinking of taking him. Once he heard the lead jangle he began his bouncing around in the hallway and when 11 ? stones bounces around it sure makes a noise.
In his later years he had two speeds when out walking, slow and slower, he would just plod along enjoying the sights and sniffs.
He loved to find a patch of long grass to walk through to tickle his tum.
His nickname was Cromwell because he wouldn?t allow the cats any frivolities in the house.
If he heard them scratching at the rug or even just playing with their toys, he would hurtle out from behind the settee to put a stop to it.
He saw it as part of his job.
He loved to play with his own toys though and had a selection of Teddies that he enjoyed carrying around.
We?ll miss your happy laughing face, your swishing tail, the thump thump in the middle of the night as you dragged yourself along with your front paws to stretch.
Your rich Red fur, clicking claws on floorboards, deep bark if someone dared to walk past the house.
Tripping over you as you lay in doorways, tripping over you in the kitchen as you waited hopefully.
Pinching the Cat food, finding the muddiest puddle to paddle in.
Know we love you and miss you terribly; you may be gone from this life but will always be here in our thoughts,
Run free Max