Saturday was a very sad day for the Cummings family. Our fourteen year old cat, Max, died. Max had been sick for the last several months and had to spend a few days at the vet on a couple of different occasions. He was a great cat and a great protector for the kids. You don't think of a cat as a protector, but Max felt like it was his responsibility to look after the kids especially when they were outside. He would always go outside with them when they went out to play and he'd just sit and watch them. One time, Matt was about 3 and we were in the front yard. Max kept getting between Matt and a bush and wouldn't let Matt get near the bush. Betty went to see what he was doing and saw a snake under that bush!
We miss him a lot but we're thankful for the time we had with him. Here are some pictures of Max through the years.
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