Saturday morning we said a tearful goodbye to one of our cats.
His name was George. (He's the one in the middle.)
His name was George. (He's the one in the middle.)
While we still have several cats, our house is strangely quiet.
George was a talker. The other cats don't seem to be quite as vocal, maybe because they couldn't get a "meow" in edgewise with George around.
He also seemed to know exactly where we were going to step, and made sure he checked the spot so it would be "safe" for us to move there. This, of course, meant that he was usually underfoot, especially in the kitchen.
As I've considered "life with George", I find it comforting to think about the things I learned from him.
George taught me:
* When you want something, ask for it. Continue talking to people until they understand what you want and give it to you, or show you where to get it.
* Know where the things you like are located so you can point them out, if necessary.
* Savor every meal and welcome the company of fellow diners.
* Hugging is a good and necessary part of every day.
* Avoid confrontation if at all possible.
* Spend time in the fresh air every day.
* If you get lost, stop and listen. The information is there, if you are still and quiet.
Farewell, Georgie. You'll always live on in our hearts.
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