Companions on your journey.

George

04/20/2007 – 03/19/2020

I lost my best friend and companion George one month ago today. According to the vet, he succumbed to the neurological effects of a commercial rodent poison. I awoke on a Monday to find him seizing on the living room floor and rushed him to the vet immediately. Other than his diabetes, which was very well under control, he was perfectly healthy the night before.

Losing him so suddenly has left me reeling. I still have his little “brother” Cooper, but George and I had such a close bond, it’s just not the same. George loved me more than anything in the world, and I loved him the best I could. He would meet me at the door when I would come home from work. In the evenings, he and I would share the big pleather chair in my living room. He liked to clown around and make me laugh, and I am certain he knew what he was doing because he would look at me with those big Disney eyes and purr as I’d laugh and love on him.

I got him when he was seven weeks old, when I was just starting graduate school. I adopted an adult female named Marm shortly after adopting George so he would have someone with whom to play during the day while I was at school. Unfortunately, we lost her about a year and a half later. She had a sudden emergence of several skin allergies, and just when her specialist and I had her turned around, she developed a sore that got infected and ended up going systemic. That was the first major loss I had experienced since adopting George, and he and I helped each other through it just by being there for each other.

There were many other times in my life that George helped me get through. I had trouble finding a job after finishing graduate school. I was broke, with loads of student loan debt. I ended up having to move back to my hometown. I felt like a loser. I wanted to give up, but I had to keep going because George needed me and I loved him. I always will love him.

George, I know you probably can’t read this since you’re a cat, but if you can, please know how much I love you and miss you. I knew I would only have so many years with you, especially with your diabetes, which would have probably become harder and harder to control as you got older, and I was prepared mentally for that because I wanted to make sure that if I had to make that decision for you that I could be strong for you and make you feel safe and secure as you left for the other side. I never in my wildest imagination thought I would lose you so suddenly and so soon in the way that I did. I hate that you had to die alone in that metal cage. If I could have been with you until the end, if I had some way of knowing you wouldn’t have made it that fateful night, I would have done everything in my power to be with you and comfort you in those last moments.

You were my best friend, George. My memory of you will live forever in my heart, until we meet again. Thank you so much for being a part of my life. I miss you.

– Justin A. Cobb

In Memory of George

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