We said goodbye to our little furball. This was the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do.
My baby boy Max aka Moosey stole my heart almost 18 years ago. I picked him up. He squeaked in my ear and that was it. He came home with me and we had a special bond ever since. He had the cutest/unique meow. It was more of a hoarse squeak than an actual meow. I absolutely loved it!! He loved to play specifically with nerf darts. Every night at 9, he would start running full speed chasing his darts. He was so fun to watch. He could also be a little feisty and growl at me, but I’d just pick him up and love on him anyway.
He was such a joy in our lives. He loved laying outside in the flower garden with the sun shining on him. Getting his fur full of mulch and tracking it in the house. We had a morning routine, he would get his special can of food and sit like a little prince, quietly waiting. He sure could be feisty. He did not like me touching his belly. He would hiss and growl at me, but I would pick him up and hold him anyways telling him how much I loved him. My heart has a huge hole and things will never be the same without him. Now my morning routine feels empty when I look over and he’s not there. He can never be replaced, but I will hold his memories close to my heart forever. I love you Moosey and I miss you more than you’ll ever know. I hope to see you again one day. 💔💔💔💔
