| Goodbye for now, my sweet angel Max |
| Written by brooke b | |
 My sweet kitty Max passed away today after over 10 years of life with me. I found him in a corner in the yard where I think he must have just passed in sleep. Max was with me through so many good...and bad times. I still can't believe my baby has gone away. I am sad beyond words...buried by my grief. I will love him always and forever and he will never be forgotten. My sweet angel Max, I'll see you on the other side.
Do not go gentle into that good night, Old age should burn and rave at close of day; Rage, rage against the dying of the light. Though wise men at their end know dark is right, Because their words had forked no lightning they Do not go gentle into that good night. Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay, Rage, rage against the dying of the light. Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight, And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way, Do not go gentle into that good night. Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay, Rage, rage against the dying of the light. And you, my father, there on the sad height, Curse, bless me now with your fierce tears, I pray. Do not go gentle into that good night. Rage, rage against the dying of the light.             |
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