This morning during my morning coffee I became aware of the progression of aging in my Max. A little more scruffy and not so fluffy anymore. As in his youth he would sit next to his bowl and stare at me until I became conscious of his needs. Now in his progressive age, and to my surprise, he warbles, chants and hums his lofty requests. He is constant at supplying inspiration and humor for me even before I start my day. Here is hoping that you have a Max in your life.
My Max when young would sit and stare
When what he wanted was not there
So in his youth he’d visualize
To what he wanted with his eyes
Now more mature impatient he
And what he’d wish his dish to be
Is arbitrary his voice his plea