So this has been a shit week.
First of all my cat dies. I have not seen George for about three months as I've been to busy to see my dear Mother. George was an odd little cat. He desided he was living with my brother, my mother and me around 19 years ago. He was a show quality outdoors cat who liked everyone and had a habit of getting into trouble. At the age of 15 we discovered he wasn't fully neutered by his first owner, he still had half of both his genitals which may explain his personallty. He looked after kittens in the local area and often brought them to visit me, although they got a polite smack on the nose when we showed them to much affection or they ate his food. He once grabed a magpie from midflight in front of me and was suprised when five magpies attacked him because he didn't let go till I managed after an hours chase to make him release. He often purred so loud he woke himself in sleep. He never spoke till 16 when he meowed and looked confussed. He was 20 and I could take it if it was illness but he was killed by a bull terrier. I have no issue with dogs, I like them. I hate owners who think dogs don't need trainning. George died because a stupid fucker got drunk and high let a dog be walked by an 8 year old girl who couldn't control it. He died because of stupid people, because some people should not be trusted with animals. I loved george, as did my mum and my brother. Tom, my brother had to run George to a vet and he was the one who had to say okay to the letal injection. Apparently George looked at Tom as the vet asked but he took the choice. Something I'm not so sure I could have done. He was right. The vet said George was in shock so he would have felt little pain. I loved George. I miss him but he's going to have his ashes buryed under a tree when my mum moves so we can look at the tree and remember him.
I had more to say but if it's not about George I feel it would be rude. He was my cat and he chose me. He lived well and I'm upset to see him gone.
Malley, is not afraid to admit he cried while writing this.
First of all my cat dies. I have not seen George for about three months as I've been to busy to see my dear Mother. George was an odd little cat. He desided he was living with my brother, my mother and me around 19 years ago. He was a show quality outdoors cat who liked everyone and had a habit of getting into trouble. At the age of 15 we discovered he wasn't fully neutered by his first owner, he still had half of both his genitals which may explain his personallty. He looked after kittens in the local area and often brought them to visit me, although they got a polite smack on the nose when we showed them to much affection or they ate his food. He once grabed a magpie from midflight in front of me and was suprised when five magpies attacked him because he didn't let go till I managed after an hours chase to make him release. He often purred so loud he woke himself in sleep. He never spoke till 16 when he meowed and looked confussed. He was 20 and I could take it if it was illness but he was killed by a bull terrier. I have no issue with dogs, I like them. I hate owners who think dogs don't need trainning. George died because a stupid fucker got drunk and high let a dog be walked by an 8 year old girl who couldn't control it. He died because of stupid people, because some people should not be trusted with animals. I loved george, as did my mum and my brother. Tom, my brother had to run George to a vet and he was the one who had to say okay to the letal injection. Apparently George looked at Tom as the vet asked but he took the choice. Something I'm not so sure I could have done. He was right. The vet said George was in shock so he would have felt little pain. I loved George. I miss him but he's going to have his ashes buryed under a tree when my mum moves so we can look at the tree and remember him.
I had more to say but if it's not about George I feel it would be rude. He was my cat and he chose me. He lived well and I'm upset to see him gone.
Malley, is not afraid to admit he cried while writing this.