George RIP

Can´t believe a year has passed since we said our farewells to little George. He´s never far from our thoughts and we certainly noticed his absence in the garden this summer, and it still feels wierd not have him cuddling up to us on the sofa, bless him.

We have hedges all around our front garden and I get them trimmed every autumn. Last year George sat under the hedge whilst the guys were trimming it. He refused to move and they just had to work around him - they kept stopping to give him a rub under his chin and he loved the attention. When I phoned this year to book our hedges in for their annual trim, the first thing I was asked was "hows George?". He always made an impression did George. RIP George xxxx

I am sad to say that time finally ran out for our little George today. We noticed last night that his breathing had become very heavy and we could really see him taking every breath. This morning when I went into check on him and Millie, he was fast asleep in bed with her and didn´t get out of bed until well after 12 today. He still hadn´t eaten anything by 2 this afternoon and even refused his medicated yoghurt which he usually loves. My friend came round and we both thought he was having to struggle for every breath so I phoned our vet and OH took him at 3 this afternoon.

George has been a bit of a bruiser in his time and has come home with a torn ear, half his face hanging off and a puncture wound to his leg. Three years ago he survived being hit by a car and came home after a 5 day absence with a dislocated leg - after six weeks resting in Millie´s crate he was back to his old self. He was a friendly little cat and loved visitors, making sure he got to sit on every new pair of knees! He liked visiting his pals Fluffy and Dusty and was quite upset when Fluffy moved house a couple of years ago. He has spent the last 6yrs showing Millie who is boss but we think he loved her really!

We take comfort from the fact that George had a long life and spent most of it in the same home, having been adopted from our local Cats Protection when he was around 2yro. We are just a bit upset that one of our lovely neighbours saw fit to involve the RSPCA and we had a visit from them earlier in the week. Being the twit that I am, I invited the rs woman in and let her see George. She took my details and our vets details but I refused to answer any questions concerning Millie. She proceeded to lecture me on the importance of keeping in regular contact with our vet and should our vet advise he be pts and we didn´t do that then it could become a welfare issue. I told her that OH and I did have one or two brain cells between us and that we realised George´s days were numbered but said I thought we were best placed to make the judgement call and we certainly didn´t need any input from the RSPCA.

Me mum has been looking at Auntie Vena´s link posted re the tea tree oil story on the home page and in particular the section on older cats. Apparently, in human terms I am approx 83-92 years old! Not bad fer an old bruiser, eh?

On Sunday somefink terrible ´appened, and yer won´t quite believe this folks but me mum has only gone and taped up me catflap, yeah that´s right there is now parcel tape right across it, meanin´ I am now a prisoner in me own home an´ just to make matters worse I am sharing a cell with that blinkin spaniel....an I keep telling her...WILL YOU STOP WASHIN´ ME FACE !!!

Me mum says I am too old to be crossing the road outside now so I won´t be able to go visitin´ me mate Dusky anymore but she says keepin me in is fer me own good. She´s bought me a super delux covered litter tray with it´s own swing door and I gotta admit it does look pretty smart but fer now and just to keep her on her toes I´m just gonna pee next to it instead of in it hehehehe!!!

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sorry to hear bout ur cat an he looks nearly excatly like my cat

hi George hope you feeling a bit better today , hugggs xx

goerge your a cutey

hi George , you a handsome pussy x

You´re a lovely boy!