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Hello everyone. I stumbled across this site and registered so I could share my loss. I truly appreciate the opportunity to do this. This site, and others like it, provide a "service" that no one else can. Thank you deeply.
This morning I had to euthanize my 14 year old buddy guy named George, aka Georgie Boy. I've had a lot of cats during my life and George was one of those special ones that only comes around once in a great while. He had a number of health problems that just caught up to him and was suffering, even though he kept trying, and most importantly to me, kept purring to the very end. In fact, George was the best purrer I've ever heard. You could hear him across a room. It's hard to write this because losing him is so raw right now. I was glad to be able to have him home while he passed. I had been talking to an animal communicator and she saw this coming and helped me realize that it was what he wanted, rather than suffer anymore. I've walked this mile many times before and it never gets easy. And, if you believe in an after-life and that the people and animals we meet are not by coincidence, then it should ring a bell that she told me we had a "contract" to meet in this life. I truly believe this, especially with what George had to go through to re-connect with me. Here' the story:
" About 14 years ago I was was working at a company that was about 5 miles north of a little town near here. It was out in the country and pretty isolated. There were feral cats around and I found 2 month old George and his black and white brother hungry and crying. So I trapped them and kept them in a spare office where I was hoping to domesticate them and find them a good home. A couple of weeks later I found a home for his brother but not George. One day, when I wasn't at work yet, the boss's son, who hated cats, came by, saw him and threw him in a box and drove off with him. The workers told me he took him about 6 miles north and dumped him out in the country. This was in November. Every chance I had I would wander those 6 miles and call him hoping he'd hear me and come to me. No luck. And what really worried me were the dangers out there. There we're bobcats, coyotes and foxes. And, there was a busy highway between work and where he was dumped. And since he was in a closed box when he was taken there was no way he could have seen where he was going or the route back. After a while I started to give up hope. But, one day in February, 3 months later, I came to work and saw a tuft of gray fur on the door mat. I didn't think it could be him, it had been so long. Later in the afternoon I looked across the yard into the open door of a darkened warehouse and thought I had seen a pair of green eyes looking at me. As I walked over they disappeared. So the next day I put out a trap and got a call in the morning that there was a cat in the trap. I rushed over and surprise! surprise! It was George! He was older and bigger but I knew it was him because of a small tuft of white fur on his chest. I took him home that day and promised him that this was his forever home. And he's been with me for 14 years. I just wish he could talk and tell me about his adventures. That would be one great story."
After I told the animal communicator this story she relayed to me what his adventures were. And the timeline and the geography matched closely with what I new. And it just brought us even closer together. What really makes a great cat is their personality. And George was very special. He was a big cat and very strong. And obviously, to survive 2 months in the wilderness on his own, he had to be aggressive at times to survive. But he was truly a gentle giant. He lived with 5 other cats, one of who was mistreated as a kitten and didn't like other cats and hissed and hunched up constantly. But that never phased George. In 14 years he never once hissed or raised his paw. He got along with everyone. He was a real peace maker. When the other cats would come running for dinner he would actually wait for them to eat then take his turn. The same thing with favorite resting spots. If his was taken he'd just find another nearby. He would tolerate so much, especially toward the end when I was
forcing medicine or food down him. As I said, George was one special cat. I hope everyone here who finds a cat like this will appreciate how blessed they are. I was, for sure. Thank you for letting me vent.
This morning I had to euthanize my 14 year old buddy guy named George, aka Georgie Boy. I've had a lot of cats during my life and George was one of those special ones that only comes around once in a great while. He had a number of health problems that just caught up to him and was suffering, even though he kept trying, and most importantly to me, kept purring to the very end. In fact, George was the best purrer I've ever heard. You could hear him across a room. It's hard to write this because losing him is so raw right now. I was glad to be able to have him home while he passed. I had been talking to an animal communicator and she saw this coming and helped me realize that it was what he wanted, rather than suffer anymore. I've walked this mile many times before and it never gets easy. And, if you believe in an after-life and that the people and animals we meet are not by coincidence, then it should ring a bell that she told me we had a "contract" to meet in this life. I truly believe this, especially with what George had to go through to re-connect with me. Here' the story:
" About 14 years ago I was was working at a company that was about 5 miles north of a little town near here. It was out in the country and pretty isolated. There were feral cats around and I found 2 month old George and his black and white brother hungry and crying. So I trapped them and kept them in a spare office where I was hoping to domesticate them and find them a good home. A couple of weeks later I found a home for his brother but not George. One day, when I wasn't at work yet, the boss's son, who hated cats, came by, saw him and threw him in a box and drove off with him. The workers told me he took him about 6 miles north and dumped him out in the country. This was in November. Every chance I had I would wander those 6 miles and call him hoping he'd hear me and come to me. No luck. And what really worried me were the dangers out there. There we're bobcats, coyotes and foxes. And, there was a busy highway between work and where he was dumped. And since he was in a closed box when he was taken there was no way he could have seen where he was going or the route back. After a while I started to give up hope. But, one day in February, 3 months later, I came to work and saw a tuft of gray fur on the door mat. I didn't think it could be him, it had been so long. Later in the afternoon I looked across the yard into the open door of a darkened warehouse and thought I had seen a pair of green eyes looking at me. As I walked over they disappeared. So the next day I put out a trap and got a call in the morning that there was a cat in the trap. I rushed over and surprise! surprise! It was George! He was older and bigger but I knew it was him because of a small tuft of white fur on his chest. I took him home that day and promised him that this was his forever home. And he's been with me for 14 years. I just wish he could talk and tell me about his adventures. That would be one great story."
After I told the animal communicator this story she relayed to me what his adventures were. And the timeline and the geography matched closely with what I new. And it just brought us even closer together. What really makes a great cat is their personality. And George was very special. He was a big cat and very strong. And obviously, to survive 2 months in the wilderness on his own, he had to be aggressive at times to survive. But he was truly a gentle giant. He lived with 5 other cats, one of who was mistreated as a kitten and didn't like other cats and hissed and hunched up constantly. But that never phased George. In 14 years he never once hissed or raised his paw. He got along with everyone. He was a real peace maker. When the other cats would come running for dinner he would actually wait for them to eat then take his turn. The same thing with favorite resting spots. If his was taken he'd just find another nearby. He would tolerate so much, especially toward the end when I was
