Max had been with you for almost one full year now. You both got together in November before your birthday last year, and now it was already October.

You were Mexican, he was Dutch. An odd mix someone wouldn’t usually think about, but it worked.

A few months ago in June, Max’s cat Jimmy died, which hit him quite hard. You have been there for him the whole time and he’s been coming to accept it slowly.

Now the end of October was coming and you had told him you’d be visiting your family from the 25th until your birthday, which was on the 10th.