11:30pm mountain time last night I was trying to go to sleep until I heard my dad rip open the door down stairs and started screaming. He was yelling "get the f*&# out of here!" "Get the f&@* out of here or I'll hit them in the face with a baseball bat!" After I heard that I thought my dad was being attacked so I raced out of my bed, got my gun and headed down stairs. When I meet with my dad I asked "is everything all right?" He shouted "no," as he stared at the ground. I took a closer look and there was my cat Max laying on the ground. He was attacked by two dogs who left blood and saliva all over him. They bit him in the abdomen and left many puncture wounds. Max was grunting, his tongue was hanging out and every time he would try to get up he would fall back to the ground again. It was the most horrible sight I've ever seen in my entire life. The guy who was walking the dogs didn't have a leash on either one of them and he practically let them attack our cat. He came up to me and my dad nonchalontly and said "geee, I'm sorry, is there anything I can do to help." I was just so pissed off at that I yelled "you helped out plenty, now get the hell out of here!"
I knew he wasn't going to make it but I though we should at least try to get him to a hospital, I didn't want my buddy to die. So my dad and I got a towel and gently lifted him up off the ground and into my car. We go back inside where I told my mom to get dressed and go to the hospital with me because she was the only one who knew where it was at. Mean while as she was getting dressed I headed back out side to check on Max but when I opened the trunk he was staring into space, his tongue was hanging out, he wasn't breathing... he was dead.
Ever since then and writing this post I haven't been able to stop weeping. Actually every time I think he'll never be around to beg for table scrapes, lay on my lap and purr, play with his cat nip toys brings tears to my eyes. My mom and I are going to take him to the vet to have him cremated today. You all can bet that I'm not going to stand for this; justice will be done but nothing will ever bring him back.
Max was a part of my family, he was like a little brother to me and now I'll never see him again.
Goodbye buddy, I will miss you dearly.

Max
January 22, 1994 - January 4, 2007


