Max was best buddies with my mentor, guardian angel Jonathan. That's why I was chosen to write this post today. Max was 14 years old when mom and dad noticed he was drinking lots of water and he ate a lot but was losing weight. He was diagnosed with feline diabetes. It was a rough few months. Mom and dad had to give Max insulin injections 2 times a day. Even then, controlling a Max's blood sugar levels was almost impossible. Mom searched every website and read everything she could. The scary part was that too little insulin would be harmful, but too much could kill him. It was a daily struggle and panic attack according to my mom. They had to be brave. Some cats do ok for a long time, but mom and dad could not get Max's blood sugar under control. One day, Max got an injection and it was too much. He was rushed to the vet, but they could not save him. He passed away 4 months after he was diagnosed.
Max will always be remembered as amazingly handsome and a loyal friend. He helped heal mom and dad's heart when Roger Ramjet had to leave, and he left a large hole in our family when he left. Jonathan had a hard time adjusting to Max's passing, but he grew closer to my mom during that time. When my momma Ellie and I moved in, we helped mend Jonathan's broken heart. Maxfield loved his yard as much as Jonesie does, and in a way Jonesie carries on the work that Maxfield started in the garden. Before Jonesie arrived in 2002, it was always "black and tan"...meaning Jonathan and Maxfield, helping my dad in the garden. It was Maxfield who helped mom plant her original herb garden.