There was a period in our eldest son Nathan's life when one could best describe him as nomadic. He was following his current dream of drummer in the band. So he would come into town with all his worldly possessions including Maxwell Smart, landing with a bit of a plop back in his old room at the top of the stairs. As soon as his travelling box was opened, Max would flop down on the sunroom floor in an exaggerated stretch and almost immediately start that motor boat purr. Then it would be time for Nathan to move out again and Max would fuss and growl as he was being shoved back into his travel box. His beautiful green eyes would turn to black holes of pure anger. After about the third exodus, we asked Nathan if Max could just forgo the move and stay here at Menagerie Manor. When he said yes, we were thrilled, Max was thrilled and Nathan was relieved. I think because he didn't have to manhandle Max into the box and listen to him growl on his way to his new apartment in Eugene.
In the years to follow there was a constant parade of new creatures coming and going and Max would greet them all with his patience and charm.
|Ninja our youngest son Ian's chihuahua|
There were many times when he would have to retreat to higher ground, but he never showed aggression even when his girth and strength was superior.
Max loved his home and it truly was his home, he would join us in every room and make himself comfortable even if it meant his person would have to hold her morning coffee while turning pages of her much loved morning newspaper.
His high level of patience and charm extended to the next generation ~ "The Little Terrorists". Never pulling away when hugged so fiercely by little arms that meant only love.
With heavy hearts we say goodbye to Maxwell Smart the Governor of Menagerie Manor.
It's always very sad to say goodbye to an animal; I presume he died at home of 'old age'. That must be the best way to go. RIP MS.ReplyDelete
Such lovely markings. Such a masculine name. My brother, who named his Siamese Maxwell Silverhammer, would have enjoyed that. They give us so much in exchange for a home and a dish of food. Goodbye, good cat.ReplyDelete
Sorry for your loss, Doc. *hugs* ♥ReplyDelete
I neglected to mention, beautiful handwoven rug.ReplyDelete