Bedlam
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I'm druck...so forgive poor grammar and whatnot.
George was my BOC (Big Orange Cat). He was a good boy. We put him to sleep today.
He was almost 13 years old. I adopted him from a bad situation in 2000. He was abused so badly that he was blind in one eye and not real bright. Therefore, he did not exhibit your "typical" cat behavior. He was very mellow and slow. It was 18 months after I got him that he remembered how to purr, and then he never stopped. He also was so traumatized that he had the compulsion to get up whenever he was petted. No laying down for him during cat lovin'...it was years before he could accept affection without being on guard. His favorite activity was to go watch a water bucket. No kidding. For a half hour or more, he'd just stare at the water and think deep George thoughts. It was a daily occurance.
He had been in chronic renal failure for the past few months, but was increasingly uncomfortable. Today, we made the very difficult decision that George was no longer happy in this world. I buried him just a few feet from where Howard and I exchanged vows just over a year ago, then planted some flowers.
Godspeed, George. We loved you, and love you still.
He's the big orange guy on the right.
George was my BOC (Big Orange Cat). He was a good boy. We put him to sleep today.
He was almost 13 years old. I adopted him from a bad situation in 2000. He was abused so badly that he was blind in one eye and not real bright. Therefore, he did not exhibit your "typical" cat behavior. He was very mellow and slow. It was 18 months after I got him that he remembered how to purr, and then he never stopped. He also was so traumatized that he had the compulsion to get up whenever he was petted. No laying down for him during cat lovin'...it was years before he could accept affection without being on guard. His favorite activity was to go watch a water bucket. No kidding. For a half hour or more, he'd just stare at the water and think deep George thoughts. It was a daily occurance.
He had been in chronic renal failure for the past few months, but was increasingly uncomfortable. Today, we made the very difficult decision that George was no longer happy in this world. I buried him just a few feet from where Howard and I exchanged vows just over a year ago, then planted some flowers.
Godspeed, George. We loved you, and love you still.
He's the big orange guy on the right.