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Wednesday, December 21, 2011
The Longest Night
We buried Max's ashes today, on the Winter Solstice, the day of the longest night of the year.
Max and Denny adopted each other 14 years ago, a long time to be friends. We're lucky, I guess, although it doesn't feel like it today, a week after the sudden illness that took him.
Max was the smart one, the diplomat, the one who watched basketball with Denny and kept me company in the kitchen. He loved baskets and boxes, he ate shoelaces and chased feathers. He owned the red chair next to the fireplace and the sunny window with a view of birds and deer. His purr was almost inaudible but he always meowed when we spoke his name.