I went in to give Max a piece of leftover steak this morning…touched his head, no movement. Called his name. Nothing. Louder. Nothing. Touched him harder. Nothing. OMG! He’s dead!!! MAX! I said loudly! Then he raised his head. Phew! Going a bit deaf, I think or just a VERY heavy sleeper in his old age (he’ll be 15 in April).
This was Max in his much younger days…I think he was about a year old in this shot.