My cat Max died this morning at 0500 hours CEST.
He came home yesterday evening, injured. We don't know what happened but I took him straight to the vet.
They examined him and no broken bones or internal bleeding were found.
But he had a low temperature and was dehydrated. So the vet suggested that he needed an infusion and
because of the low body temperature he should be put in a warming cell overnight.
Unfortunately, Max did not make it.
He was a good friend and faithful companion to me for sixteen years and one month.
I am grateful for the time we were allowed to spend together.
This is him, after a few days he found us in September 2005:
That is one of my favourite pictures of him in December 2008:
And that is one of the last pictures of him, dated from March 2021:
I have buried him in a sunny spot in our garden, in a place where he can observe all the things that he loved.
Farewell ol' buddy...