For George

[susand]

For George

He was an ordinary, two a penny, black and white cat,
The kind that you see everywhere, a standard 'Postman Pat'.
I got him down at Battersea, one April afternoon,
And then I brought him home, where he inspected every room.

A 'Welcome' tin of tuna was devoured, the dish licked clean,
Then he curled up on my lap, like it was where he'd always been.
And that was that, my life complete, my house was now a home,
And for ten more years we shared our lives, no longer all alone.

It wasn't all plain sailing, we had our ups and downs,
The night time gifts of mice and moths, I could have done without,
And relations with the neighbours, were strained a little too,
Since he thought their showpiece garden, was his own private loo.

But he was such a lovely cat, my gentle purring man,
How could I not have loved him? How could I not succumb?
Then yesterday I lost him, it's a grief that's hard to bear,
PTS at home with me, on his favourite chair.

It cost a little extra, to have the vet come out,
But it saved him from a journey, to the practice down in town.
Was it too soon? Not soon enough? It's very hard to know,
But when he didn't eat that tuna, I knew to let him go.

I held his little body close, until the deed was done,
And the vet said to me gently, "It's over now, he's gone".
I laid him in the garden, dug a great big yawning hole,
Then placed his tiny, towel-wrapped body, at the bottom, with my soul.

"You always knew this day would come, it shouldn't be a shock",
I told myself whilst shovelling, wet soil on top of rocks.
But oh my heart is breaking, my domestic short-haired Tom,
You cocky, streetwise fighter, I can't believe you've gone.

They say that time will heal all things, I think that's probably true,
And I will find another cat to love, just like I did with you.
Maybe a little tortie girl, or a stripy ginger man,
A tabby, or a longhaired puss, perhaps a Turkish Van.

But whatever furry feline, comes to share my life and home,
And gives me cause to smile again, with antics yet unknown,
I will always feel the deepest love, and that's a certain fact,
For that ordinary, two a penny, black and white cat.

Goodbye George. God bless.

Adopted from Battersea Dogs and Cats Home, via the Catchat rehoming page, 23rd April 2008. Died peacefully at home, 16th June 2018, aged 15 (or 16, no one really knows).

Susan Davies, 17th June 2018.

[Janey]

Oh crikey Susan (crying my eyes out now) that’s a beautiful thing to do for your George.

God Bless, gorgeous George xx

[susand]

Thanks Janey, he was a gorgeous boy and I wwill miss him. Hey ho. Susan.

[Lilith]

Awww Susan

What a superb tribute to George (hugs)

Sleep tight George x

[susand]

Thanks Lileth. Susan

[Mayday21]

Hi Susan what a lovely poem & tribute to George. Thinking of you. Are you going to buy a special plant for George? Vivian.

[bobbys girl]

Susan, that is a beautiful tribute to you boy (she said through tear-filled eyes!). RIP sweet George.

As Vivian says you could get a nice plant to mark his grave. I have a 'Bonica' rose on Bonnie's (dog) grave, a 'Rosa Mundi' on Rosie dog's grave and a 'Thomas' heuchera on my Tommy cat's grave. They are all together and are beautiful right now. They bring happy memories.

(Hugs) to you.

Sue xx

[susand]

Thanks Vivian and Sue. I am so pleased at the positive response I've had to my 'George poem'. He has a pink dalia on top of him at the moment, from a variety called 'happy', which although in one respect is ironic, in another is quite fitting, since he has given me such happy memories.

BW

Susan

[bobbys girl]

That's lovely, anything that makes you smile.

[Josief]

A beautiful tribute xx

[susand]

Thank you Josie.