George, also known as Georgie, Georgerman, Mr. George, The George, Sir George-a-lot or Sir George for short, Curious George, Gorgeous George and Goofball, was born on the Grabowski Farm in West Rutland. In August 1998, he and his equally tiny brother Jarvis (aka Monkey) were brought to the convenience store where my husband was working. He was only supposed to pick one, but couldn't choose, so they both got a home, first in Center Rutland, then briefly on Strongs Ave. in Rutland, then 12 years on West Street, 2 years on East Street and then his final home in West Rutland in 2015. We told him he'd come full circle with that one, starting and ending up in West Rutland.
I was not there when my husband got George and gave him the unfortunate moniker "Star", thinking George was a girl. I showed up not much later, took a look at George and realized right away he was a boy. So I changed his name to George, after Boy George, who could create similar confusion back in the 80s!
It was apparent right away that George, even though he was a little baby, was extremely shy, sensitive and SCARED of people. There would be none of the rough play his brother Monkey loved. This went on for most of his life. He did come out to meet my sister once while under the influence of catnip, but ran away as soon as my folks appeared. May 20, 2012 was a momentous day in George's life. His Granddad & Nancy were visiting when suddenly George appeared on the kitchen table! He realized they were not scarey after all, and after that his fear of people lessened a lot. He enjoyed all their subsequent visits, and a visit from his Aunt Kiddo & Uncle Ahmad as well. He got pats and attention from maintenance men and didn't run. His lifelong fear of the vacuum cleaner and the smoke detector also vanished. He was always scared of the vet and car rides though!
George was also a very talkative man. He meowed all the time. He was either talking to us, or his bro, or even no one at all. He meowed so much that he "me-yawned" (meow turning into a yawn) quite a bit. He also did not purr like most cats. He visibly vibrated! An audible purr was a rare thing. He usually had a big smile on his face and his tail held high. And not once in his life did he ever hiss. And when him & his bro would get wrestling, Monkey would never make a sound no matter what. George on the other hand sounded like he was getting murdered, even if he was winning!
George definitely had a fill line thanks to his bad stomach. He was sick a few times a week, or even a day. We did not make a big deal, we checked to make sure he was ok and thanked him for his "gift" which we cleaned up with "George gift wrap" (paper towels). Occasionally he got embarrassed and hid, but quickly wandered back out. Despite this, he was interested in food, even if he didn't always eat it. For cat food he started on Meow Mix, but when his bro got sick in 2013, George started eating his bro's prescription kidney food, even though he didn't have a problem yet. He liked Fancy Feast and he loved Temptations cat treats - nearly all the flavors. Towards the end he also discovered Wild West Party Mix. For people food, turkey was the absolute favorite. He also enjoyed chicken, burger, bacon, cheese (Crowley Smoked was a fave occasional treat), milk and weird stuff like potato chips or bits of donut. He was not a big fish guy, except for a little bit of tuna. In colder weather he enjoyed stews and thick soups, either off a spoon or a finger. And hubby works at a school where he gets a dinner to bring home every day and George loved school hot dogs! In his later years he ate all this with only 2 front lower teeth. He was not deterred!
George also loved to be comfortable. He had all kinds of places to lay over the years, from inside a sofa, to closets, beds (and under the bed when it was hot), boxes, bags and heaters. One of his favorite things was hubby's stinky old outerwear. Hubby couldn't set down a coat anywhere. Or hang one over the back of a chair, because George would come along, pull it down and lay on it. He also had a lifelong love of food cupboards. He loved to snuggle with food! His favorite one was on East Street, a giant food closet with a real deep middle shelf. He couldn't get himself up there so he'd sit on the floor, look up and meow until someone lifted him up. He would lay on things and pull things over to get himself comfy. Here in his final home, he had a small food cupboard where he liked to lay on a bag of egg noodles (ouch!), a chair by one window covered in pj pants, a plastic tote box covered in stinky outerwear and catnip toys, and a soft blanket in the closet. He was an independent man in that he liked to have his own spaces, and the occasions he snoozed with one of us were rare and awesome.
George loved his bro Monkey a lot. The two of them could usually be found snuggled up somewhere or looking out the window together. George would let Monkey lay on top of him or share his box with him. But George also took a bit of joy in coming up and kicking his bro off the heating pad, just like Monkey would take great joy in coming up behind George and biting his leg! They play fought a lot. George's fur would always be flying. When they were about 5 or 6, Monkey got a bit rough and tore George's ear. I patched him up and Monkey was never that rough again. We told George his ear gave him even more character! He didn't hold it against his bro either. George was also kept very clean by his bro, so clean in fact we really noticed the difference once Monkey was gone.
Other things George liked were his drug bags (catnip toys), from which he only ever got a mild buzz, his cat tree, supervising whatever was going on, from his bro's fluid time to homework, reading with his rear end because he was very smart, standing up on his back legs at the kitchen counter like a little man, water from his green Santa cup, sunshine, NOT scratching things, brushing and wipe-downs, checking out his handsome reflection, catching mice - he was an excellent mouser in his youth, lap time with his human, helping put groceries away, watching for his human to come home from work, and Kitty, who tolerated him more than any other cat, but much to his disappointment wouldn't be his friend. His only real vice over the years was being a bit too interested in the kitchen trash can.
On July 31, 2014 his brother and lifelong companion, Monkey, passed away, aged 16. George handled it well, but certain things they did together, like chill on the cat tree or on the heating pad, became things of the past. He also meowed more. But he did a lot in those 2+ years - birthdays, holidays, his first solo move, visits from Granddad & Nancy. We made sure to let him know often that he was now "the star of the show"!
George had a benign mystery bump on his side for years that started to get really funky in early 2015. I tried to keep it clean, and they cleaned it up whenever he went to the vet, when suddenly it just fell off! After that, in the fall of 2015 he was diagnosed as having hyperthyroidism and began to take medicine for that twice a day. Starting in May 2016 he did sub-q fluids for kidney failure 3x/week. And his always bad stomach was knocking him out of commission at least once a week, so in August 2016 he started taking Pepcid. Well, sometimes, because he was very crafty at spitting it out! Through all this I served as his cat nurse, and even though he hated all his meds, he was still the best little patient. He was never mad, and was happy to get a few Temptations afterwards. In the end he just sort of slowly faded away. He declined gradually over the course of a week. Because he was too weak to climb onto his tote box, his last night was spent sleeping on the floor between his two humans. He passed away very peacefully at the vets on Halloween morning.
George is survived by his humans - me & hubby, and also his extended human family - Granddad Barry and Grandma Nancy in Wisconsin, Grandma Cathy in Maryland, and Aunt Kiddo & Uncle Ahmad in Texas. Also by the nice folks at Riverside, who helped with his care and were kind to him knowing he was so scared to be there.
George was a wonderful baby, adult and little old man. A gentleman and a gentle man. As we told George often, "You are just the sweetest little thing". And he was.
I was not there when my husband got George and gave him the unfortunate moniker "Star", thinking George was a girl. I showed up not much later, took a look at George and realized right away he was a boy. So I changed his name to George, after Boy George, who could create similar confusion back in the 80s!
It was apparent right away that George, even though he was a little baby, was extremely shy, sensitive and SCARED of people. There would be none of the rough play his brother Monkey loved. This went on for most of his life. He did come out to meet my sister once while under the influence of catnip, but ran away as soon as my folks appeared. May 20, 2012 was a momentous day in George's life. His Granddad & Nancy were visiting when suddenly George appeared on the kitchen table! He realized they were not scarey after all, and after that his fear of people lessened a lot. He enjoyed all their subsequent visits, and a visit from his Aunt Kiddo & Uncle Ahmad as well. He got pats and attention from maintenance men and didn't run. His lifelong fear of the vacuum cleaner and the smoke detector also vanished. He was always scared of the vet and car rides though!
George was also a very talkative man. He meowed all the time. He was either talking to us, or his bro, or even no one at all. He meowed so much that he "me-yawned" (meow turning into a yawn) quite a bit. He also did not purr like most cats. He visibly vibrated! An audible purr was a rare thing. He usually had a big smile on his face and his tail held high. And not once in his life did he ever hiss. And when him & his bro would get wrestling, Monkey would never make a sound no matter what. George on the other hand sounded like he was getting murdered, even if he was winning!
George definitely had a fill line thanks to his bad stomach. He was sick a few times a week, or even a day. We did not make a big deal, we checked to make sure he was ok and thanked him for his "gift" which we cleaned up with "George gift wrap" (paper towels). Occasionally he got embarrassed and hid, but quickly wandered back out. Despite this, he was interested in food, even if he didn't always eat it. For cat food he started on Meow Mix, but when his bro got sick in 2013, George started eating his bro's prescription kidney food, even though he didn't have a problem yet. He liked Fancy Feast and he loved Temptations cat treats - nearly all the flavors. Towards the end he also discovered Wild West Party Mix. For people food, turkey was the absolute favorite. He also enjoyed chicken, burger, bacon, cheese (Crowley Smoked was a fave occasional treat), milk and weird stuff like potato chips or bits of donut. He was not a big fish guy, except for a little bit of tuna. In colder weather he enjoyed stews and thick soups, either off a spoon or a finger. And hubby works at a school where he gets a dinner to bring home every day and George loved school hot dogs! In his later years he ate all this with only 2 front lower teeth. He was not deterred!
George also loved to be comfortable. He had all kinds of places to lay over the years, from inside a sofa, to closets, beds (and under the bed when it was hot), boxes, bags and heaters. One of his favorite things was hubby's stinky old outerwear. Hubby couldn't set down a coat anywhere. Or hang one over the back of a chair, because George would come along, pull it down and lay on it. He also had a lifelong love of food cupboards. He loved to snuggle with food! His favorite one was on East Street, a giant food closet with a real deep middle shelf. He couldn't get himself up there so he'd sit on the floor, look up and meow until someone lifted him up. He would lay on things and pull things over to get himself comfy. Here in his final home, he had a small food cupboard where he liked to lay on a bag of egg noodles (ouch!), a chair by one window covered in pj pants, a plastic tote box covered in stinky outerwear and catnip toys, and a soft blanket in the closet. He was an independent man in that he liked to have his own spaces, and the occasions he snoozed with one of us were rare and awesome.
George loved his bro Monkey a lot. The two of them could usually be found snuggled up somewhere or looking out the window together. George would let Monkey lay on top of him or share his box with him. But George also took a bit of joy in coming up and kicking his bro off the heating pad, just like Monkey would take great joy in coming up behind George and biting his leg! They play fought a lot. George's fur would always be flying. When they were about 5 or 6, Monkey got a bit rough and tore George's ear. I patched him up and Monkey was never that rough again. We told George his ear gave him even more character! He didn't hold it against his bro either. George was also kept very clean by his bro, so clean in fact we really noticed the difference once Monkey was gone.
Other things George liked were his drug bags (catnip toys), from which he only ever got a mild buzz, his cat tree, supervising whatever was going on, from his bro's fluid time to homework, reading with his rear end because he was very smart, standing up on his back legs at the kitchen counter like a little man, water from his green Santa cup, sunshine, NOT scratching things, brushing and wipe-downs, checking out his handsome reflection, catching mice - he was an excellent mouser in his youth, lap time with his human, helping put groceries away, watching for his human to come home from work, and Kitty, who tolerated him more than any other cat, but much to his disappointment wouldn't be his friend. His only real vice over the years was being a bit too interested in the kitchen trash can.
On July 31, 2014 his brother and lifelong companion, Monkey, passed away, aged 16. George handled it well, but certain things they did together, like chill on the cat tree or on the heating pad, became things of the past. He also meowed more. But he did a lot in those 2+ years - birthdays, holidays, his first solo move, visits from Granddad & Nancy. We made sure to let him know often that he was now "the star of the show"!
George had a benign mystery bump on his side for years that started to get really funky in early 2015. I tried to keep it clean, and they cleaned it up whenever he went to the vet, when suddenly it just fell off! After that, in the fall of 2015 he was diagnosed as having hyperthyroidism and began to take medicine for that twice a day. Starting in May 2016 he did sub-q fluids for kidney failure 3x/week. And his always bad stomach was knocking him out of commission at least once a week, so in August 2016 he started taking Pepcid. Well, sometimes, because he was very crafty at spitting it out! Through all this I served as his cat nurse, and even though he hated all his meds, he was still the best little patient. He was never mad, and was happy to get a few Temptations afterwards. In the end he just sort of slowly faded away. He declined gradually over the course of a week. Because he was too weak to climb onto his tote box, his last night was spent sleeping on the floor between his two humans. He passed away very peacefully at the vets on Halloween morning.
George is survived by his humans - me & hubby, and also his extended human family - Granddad Barry and Grandma Nancy in Wisconsin, Grandma Cathy in Maryland, and Aunt Kiddo & Uncle Ahmad in Texas. Also by the nice folks at Riverside, who helped with his care and were kind to him knowing he was so scared to be there.
George was a wonderful baby, adult and little old man. A gentleman and a gentle man. As we told George often, "You are just the sweetest little thing". And he was.
George, also known as Georgie, Georgerman, Mr. George, The George, Sir George-a-lot or Sir George for short, Curious George, Gorgeous George and Goofball, was born on the Grabowski Farm in West Rutland. In August 1998, he and his equally tiny brother Jarvis (aka Monkey) were brought to the convenience store where my husband was working. He was only supposed to pick one, but couldn't choose, so they both got a home, first in Center Rutland, then briefly on Strongs Ave. in Rutland, then 12 years on West Street, 2 years on East Street and then his final home in West Rutland in 2015. We told him he'd come full circle with that one, starting and ending up in West Rutland.
I was not there when my husband got George and gave him the unfortunate moniker "Star", thinking George was a girl. I showed up not much later, took a look at George and realized right away he was a boy. So I changed his name to George, after Boy George, who could create similar confusion back in the 80s!
It was apparent right away that George, even though he was a little baby, was extremely shy, sensitive and SCARED of people. There would be none of the rough play his brother Monkey loved. This went on for most of his life. He did come out to meet my sister once while under the influence of catnip, but ran away as soon as my folks appeared. May 20, 2012 was a momentous day in George's life. His Granddad & Nancy were visiting when suddenly George appeared on the kitchen table! He realized they were not scarey after all, and after that his fear of people lessened a lot. He enjoyed all their subsequent visits, and a visit from his Aunt Kiddo & Uncle Ahmad as well. He got pats and attention from maintenance men and didn't run. His lifelong fear of the vacuum cleaner and the smoke detector also vanished. He was always scared of the vet and car rides though!
George was also a very talkative man. He meowed all the time. He was either talking to us, or his bro, or even no one at all. He meowed so much that he "me-yawned" (meow turning into a yawn) quite a bit. He also did not purr like most cats. He visibly vibrated! An audible purr was a rare thing. He usually had a big smile on his face and his tail held high. And not once in his life did he ever hiss. And when him & his bro would get wrestling, Monkey would never make a sound no matter what. George on the other hand sounded like he was getting murdered, even if he was winning!
George definitely had a fill line thanks to his bad stomach. He was sick a few times a week, or even a day. We did not make a big deal, we checked to make sure he was ok and thanked him for his "gift" which we cleaned up with "George gift wrap" (paper towels). Occasionally he got embarrassed and hid, but quickly wandered back out. Despite this, he was interested in food, even if he didn't always eat it. For cat food he started on Meow Mix, but when his bro got sick in 2013, George started eating his bro's prescription kidney food, even though he didn't have a problem yet. He liked Fancy Feast and he loved Temptations cat treats - nearly all the flavors. Towards the end he also discovered Wild West Party Mix. For people food, turkey was the absolute favorite. He also enjoyed chicken, burger, bacon, cheese (Crowley Smoked was a fave occasional treat), milk and weird stuff like potato chips or bits of donut. He was not a big fish guy, except for a little bit of tuna. In colder weather he enjoyed stews and thick soups, either off a spoon or a finger. And hubby works at a school where he gets a dinner to bring home every day and George loved school hot dogs! In his later years he ate all this with only 2 front lower teeth. He was not deterred!
George also loved to be comfortable. He had all kinds of places to lay over the years, from inside a sofa, to closets, beds (and under the bed when it was hot), boxes, bags and heaters. One of his favorite things was hubby's stinky old outerwear. Hubby couldn't set down a coat anywhere. Or hang one over the back of a chair, because George would come along, pull it down and lay on it. He also had a lifelong love of food cupboards. He loved to snuggle with food! His favorite one was on East Street, a giant food closet with a real deep middle shelf. He couldn't get himself up there so he'd sit on the floor, look up and meow until someone lifted him up. He would lay on things and pull things over to get himself comfy. Here in his final home, he had a small food cupboard where he liked to lay on a bag of egg noodles (ouch!), a chair by one window covered in pj pants, a plastic tote box covered in stinky outerwear and catnip toys, and a soft blanket in the closet. He was an independent man in that he liked to have his own spaces, and the occasions he snoozed with one of us were rare and awesome.
George loved his bro Monkey a lot. The two of them could usually be found snuggled up somewhere or looking out the window together. George would let Monkey lay on top of him or share his box with him. But George also took a bit of joy in coming up and kicking his bro off the heating pad, just like Monkey would take great joy in coming up behind George and biting his leg! They play fought a lot. George's fur would always be flying. When they were about 5 or 6, Monkey got a bit rough and tore George's ear. I patched him up and Monkey was never that rough again. We told George his ear gave him even more character! He didn't hold it against his bro either. George was also kept very clean by his bro, so clean in fact we really noticed the difference once Monkey was gone.
Other things George liked were his drug bags (catnip toys), from which he only ever got a mild buzz, his cat tree, supervising whatever was going on, from his bro's fluid time to homework, reading with his rear end because he was very smart, standing up on his back legs at the kitchen counter like a little man, water from his green Santa cup, sunshine, NOT scratching things, brushing and wipe-downs, checking out his handsome reflection, catching mice - he was an excellent mouser in his youth, lap time with his human, helping put groceries away, watching for his human to come home from work, and Kitty, who tolerated him more than any other cat, but much to his disappointment wouldn't be his friend. His only real vice over the years was being a bit too interested in the kitchen trash can.
On July 31, 2014 his brother and lifelong companion, Monkey, passed away, aged 16. George handled it well, but certain things they did together, like chill on the cat tree or on the heating pad, became things of the past. He also meowed more. But he did a lot in those 2+ years - birthdays, holidays, his first solo move, visits from Granddad & Nancy. We made sure to let him know often that he was now "the star of the show"!
George had a benign mystery bump on his side for years that started to get really funky in early 2015. I tried to keep it clean, and they cleaned it up whenever he went to the vet, when suddenly it just fell off! After that, in the fall of 2015 he was diagnosed as having hyperthyroidism and began to take medicine for that twice a day. Starting in May 2016 he did sub-q fluids for kidney failure 3x/week. And his always bad stomach was knocking him out of commission at least once a week, so in August 2016 he started taking Pepcid. Well, sometimes, because he was very crafty at spitting it out! Through all this I served as his cat nurse, and even though he hated all his meds, he was still the best little patient. He was never mad, and was happy to get a few Temptations afterwards. In the end he just sort of slowly faded away. He declined gradually over the course of a week. Because he was too weak to climb onto his tote box, his last night was spent sleeping on the floor between his two humans. He passed away very peacefully at the vets on Halloween morning.
George is survived by his humans - me & hubby, and also his extended human family - Granddad Barry and Grandma Nancy in Wisconsin, Grandma Cathy in Maryland, and Aunt Kiddo & Uncle Ahmad in Texas. Also by the nice folks at Riverside, who helped with his care and were kind to him knowing he was so scared to be there.
George was a wonderful baby, adult and little old man. A gentleman and a gentle man. As we told George often, "You are just the sweetest little thing". And he was.
I was not there when my husband got George and gave him the unfortunate moniker "Star", thinking George was a girl. I showed up not much later, took a look at George and realized right away he was a boy. So I changed his name to George, after Boy George, who could create similar confusion back in the 80s!
It was apparent right away that George, even though he was a little baby, was extremely shy, sensitive and SCARED of people. There would be none of the rough play his brother Monkey loved. This went on for most of his life. He did come out to meet my sister once while under the influence of catnip, but ran away as soon as my folks appeared. May 20, 2012 was a momentous day in George's life. His Granddad & Nancy were visiting when suddenly George appeared on the kitchen table! He realized they were not scarey after all, and after that his fear of people lessened a lot. He enjoyed all their subsequent visits, and a visit from his Aunt Kiddo & Uncle Ahmad as well. He got pats and attention from maintenance men and didn't run. His lifelong fear of the vacuum cleaner and the smoke detector also vanished. He was always scared of the vet and car rides though!
George was also a very talkative man. He meowed all the time. He was either talking to us, or his bro, or even no one at all. He meowed so much that he "me-yawned" (meow turning into a yawn) quite a bit. He also did not purr like most cats. He visibly vibrated! An audible purr was a rare thing. He usually had a big smile on his face and his tail held high. And not once in his life did he ever hiss. And when him & his bro would get wrestling, Monkey would never make a sound no matter what. George on the other hand sounded like he was getting murdered, even if he was winning!
George definitely had a fill line thanks to his bad stomach. He was sick a few times a week, or even a day. We did not make a big deal, we checked to make sure he was ok and thanked him for his "gift" which we cleaned up with "George gift wrap" (paper towels). Occasionally he got embarrassed and hid, but quickly wandered back out. Despite this, he was interested in food, even if he didn't always eat it. For cat food he started on Meow Mix, but when his bro got sick in 2013, George started eating his bro's prescription kidney food, even though he didn't have a problem yet. He liked Fancy Feast and he loved Temptations cat treats - nearly all the flavors. Towards the end he also discovered Wild West Party Mix. For people food, turkey was the absolute favorite. He also enjoyed chicken, burger, bacon, cheese (Crowley Smoked was a fave occasional treat), milk and weird stuff like potato chips or bits of donut. He was not a big fish guy, except for a little bit of tuna. In colder weather he enjoyed stews and thick soups, either off a spoon or a finger. And hubby works at a school where he gets a dinner to bring home every day and George loved school hot dogs! In his later years he ate all this with only 2 front lower teeth. He was not deterred!
George also loved to be comfortable. He had all kinds of places to lay over the years, from inside a sofa, to closets, beds (and under the bed when it was hot), boxes, bags and heaters. One of his favorite things was hubby's stinky old outerwear. Hubby couldn't set down a coat anywhere. Or hang one over the back of a chair, because George would come along, pull it down and lay on it. He also had a lifelong love of food cupboards. He loved to snuggle with food! His favorite one was on East Street, a giant food closet with a real deep middle shelf. He couldn't get himself up there so he'd sit on the floor, look up and meow until someone lifted him up. He would lay on things and pull things over to get himself comfy. Here in his final home, he had a small food cupboard where he liked to lay on a bag of egg noodles (ouch!), a chair by one window covered in pj pants, a plastic tote box covered in stinky outerwear and catnip toys, and a soft blanket in the closet. He was an independent man in that he liked to have his own spaces, and the occasions he snoozed with one of us were rare and awesome.
George loved his bro Monkey a lot. The two of them could usually be found snuggled up somewhere or looking out the window together. George would let Monkey lay on top of him or share his box with him. But George also took a bit of joy in coming up and kicking his bro off the heating pad, just like Monkey would take great joy in coming up behind George and biting his leg! They play fought a lot. George's fur would always be flying. When they were about 5 or 6, Monkey got a bit rough and tore George's ear. I patched him up and Monkey was never that rough again. We told George his ear gave him even more character! He didn't hold it against his bro either. George was also kept very clean by his bro, so clean in fact we really noticed the difference once Monkey was gone.
Other things George liked were his drug bags (catnip toys), from which he only ever got a mild buzz, his cat tree, supervising whatever was going on, from his bro's fluid time to homework, reading with his rear end because he was very smart, standing up on his back legs at the kitchen counter like a little man, water from his green Santa cup, sunshine, NOT scratching things, brushing and wipe-downs, checking out his handsome reflection, catching mice - he was an excellent mouser in his youth, lap time with his human, helping put groceries away, watching for his human to come home from work, and Kitty, who tolerated him more than any other cat, but much to his disappointment wouldn't be his friend. His only real vice over the years was being a bit too interested in the kitchen trash can.
On July 31, 2014 his brother and lifelong companion, Monkey, passed away, aged 16. George handled it well, but certain things they did together, like chill on the cat tree or on the heating pad, became things of the past. He also meowed more. But he did a lot in those 2+ years - birthdays, holidays, his first solo move, visits from Granddad & Nancy. We made sure to let him know often that he was now "the star of the show"!
George had a benign mystery bump on his side for years that started to get really funky in early 2015. I tried to keep it clean, and they cleaned it up whenever he went to the vet, when suddenly it just fell off! After that, in the fall of 2015 he was diagnosed as having hyperthyroidism and began to take medicine for that twice a day. Starting in May 2016 he did sub-q fluids for kidney failure 3x/week. And his always bad stomach was knocking him out of commission at least once a week, so in August 2016 he started taking Pepcid. Well, sometimes, because he was very crafty at spitting it out! Through all this I served as his cat nurse, and even though he hated all his meds, he was still the best little patient. He was never mad, and was happy to get a few Temptations afterwards. In the end he just sort of slowly faded away. He declined gradually over the course of a week. Because he was too weak to climb onto his tote box, his last night was spent sleeping on the floor between his two humans. He passed away very peacefully at the vets on Halloween morning.
George is survived by his humans - me & hubby, and also his extended human family - Granddad Barry and Grandma Nancy in Wisconsin, Grandma Cathy in Maryland, and Aunt Kiddo & Uncle Ahmad in Texas. Also by the nice folks at Riverside, who helped with his care and were kind to him knowing he was so scared to be there.
George was a wonderful baby, adult and little old man. A gentleman and a gentle man. As we told George often, "You are just the sweetest little thing". And he was.
