He was a stray. A beautiful, loving, smart, wonderful cat who picked my house and us to love. We called him Maui after reading that the most talkative breed (which I joked was probably his distant ancestor) originated from the Egyptian Mau cat. Our Maui loved to talk. I thought I'd never be as close to a cat as I had been to the dogs we'd loved and lost over the years but he made a place in my heart all his own just like each of them had. Our house was soon full of his toys, love and laughter.

The first time I took him to the vet they checked his teeth and thought he was around eight. Today, Monday May 9th, when my husband and I had to take him to the vet for the last time to say goodbye, he was a ripe old age fella of around 16. Seems like no matter how many pets we've loved, when some old age pet illness eventually takes us to that final goodbye - it hurts so badly.

There's a big hole in our house and in our hearts tonight that our buckets of tears don't fill. He's in a better place with no suffering. But oh how we miss him. He brought so much joy to us all these years just being the gregarious loving individual he was. We are thankful for the time we had. And so amazed how fast that time flew by. There will never be another cat exactly like Maui. We will never forget him.

Positive thoughts/prayers for me and my husband from other animal lovers on here who know the pain of loss we're going through are most appreciated right now.

Thank you.

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