On April 9, 2004 (Good Friday) a tragic accident happened that resulted in the death of my youngest cat, Max I was getting ready to do some errands and as I got ready to leave I checked the location of my cats. 2 of my cats I was able to account for, but Max didn't turn up to say goodbye as I was getting ready to leave to do errands. I didn't think much of it and so I got into the car and began backing out of the driveway. I felt something was wrong and to my horror and shock saw my Max lying in a heap on the pavement, blood gushing from his mouth. You see, this was the first and only time Max went outside, so imagine my shock when I saw him lying there. I picked him and rushed to my vet. Blood was everywhere. He began to convulse in my arms in the car. His little heart was racing. I thought he might make, but actually he was dying. By the time I got to the vet, he was gone. They attempted CPR but it was of no use. I went to him and while stroking his fur, I said goodbye. The I fell apart for 3 days hardly able to do anything. I'm having him cremated and brought back to me. He should be coming home on Friday. My head tells me that it was a trajic accident, but my heart is filled with guilt over his passing. I remember the certain times of the day that he would find alone (I have 2 other cats and 3 dogs) Wanting only to be picked up and held. I miss him so. He was the funniest, cutest cat and I'm going to miss him. This has been the the most horrible event that has ever happened in my lif. I know Max is in heaven and one day we'll be reunited again Sincerely, Barry Stein
