Goodbye Sweet Little George

I hate to have to write this, but there is also a sense of relief.

After days of fighting and struggling, our sweet George passed away in her sleep Saturday night.

Saturday night I could tell it wouldn’t be much longer, she wouldn’t drink and she looked like she was tired of fighting. I held her and snuggled her and told her it would be all right. I then put her to bed and Godric snuggled up with her.

If she ever doubted she was loved, she knew that night.

Sunday when I woke up, part of me was scared to check on her, but a bigger part of me knew it would be for the best; it was killing me to watch her slowly fade from us. Sure enough my sweet little girl was gone.

We buried her in the backyard and I got a pretty stone to mark her final spot.

While I'm sad and I miss her, the sense of relief that her suffering is over is helping with the sadness. And if I focus on the good things its easier to not be sad.

I first got her right after spring break of my sophomore year at TCU. I was driving back and I realized, I don’t know how to not have pets. I love having a furry little friend to snuggle and care for.

Since I was in a dorm there weren’t many options for pets, and technically she wasn’t allowed, but it worked out. She had a small little kennel to sleep in and stay in while I was at class, but the rest of the time she got to roam free. When I had to go places other than class I’d stick her in my purse and she would go with me (she also had a carrier in the car).

I think the dorm was her favorite place to live (while it was my least favorite) because it was small and safe for her to roam. In the houses she would get curious and get herself into spots that scared me (like under the dishwasher! or in cabinets!).

You might be wondering why her name is George, well she was always curious… so she was named after a curious little monkey, Curious George. She lived up to her name, I could probably write children’s books and make a fortune off her.

She was about 3 years old when I brought Godric home. He took some getting use to, for both of us. My mom always thought George hated him and she felt bad because he picked on George. Vince thought he picked on her too, but I kept telling them that she was not as sweet and innocent as she looked. When Vince finally saw George pick on Godric he finally believed me.

She used to climb up on the dresser and look down at Godric, who was a bit to fat to climb; she would then push everything off the dresser … right onto his head… I'm pretty sure this is part of his problem. I still can’t figure out if she did it because he couldn’t get up there and she was giving him the stuff, or she liked hitting him in the head. They were like Pinky and the Brain.

It is not going to be the same without her, poor Godric is not sure what to do, but she had a good life and in the end that is all that anyone can ask for.

I hate to say goodbye, but goodbye my sweet little Curious George.