George, the little cat whom we were told would only live a single month at most when we adopted him, gave us his heart for 19 months instead. In the end, his little, tiny body began to fail him.
It’s amazing at how a tiny, sickly, old cat could steal so many hearts in such a short time. From being locked in a car on a hot July day, saved by shaving, fluids and an ice bath to making a nearly 3000 mile journey cross-country, George has had a tremendous ending to his life, in which we spent spoiling him and filling with love every day.
I doubt I will ever eat turkey again without thinking of the little cat we bribed to make it to and through each holiday.
We returned him to the Universe today. He will be sorely missed. I hope Heaven has provided him with turkey and Grandmas laps.