My George

Good morning everyone.

I hope all is well in your world.

We have been blessed,

here in my beautiful ugly,

with some exceptionally,

gorgeous weather this Summer,

not too hot and humid,

mostly sunny and breezy.

Wear your shorts but,

not sweat your butt off weather.

I have had,

a difficult week.

My chubby one,

has been sick,

it isn’t life threatening,

but, it did entail,

a visit to the vet,

and since we weren’t sure,

what it was and how serious it was,

I had to go,

the emergency vet route.

He is recovering,

he is on meds,

and,

eating,

a new millionaire food,

that he likes.

I spent Wednesday,

evening and night,

at the emergency vet clinic,

he received excellent care,

the staff and vets are terrific,

they care .

Of course these things,

come at a cost.

I left half a paycheck there.

I will not be buying,

a new mattress right away,

but, that is ok.

George is still here,

with me,

recovering and happy.

If this had happened,

2 years ago,

I am not sure,

I could have swung this.

I met this amazing woman,

in the waiting room,

she runs a rescue for cats,

she went to buy us dinner,

and brought me a copy of,

Vanity Fair,

so I could read something,

in those long hours of waiting.

I broke my own rule, always carry a book or my kindle, always

Nadya, that is her name,

when I said “this will cost me a fortune”

replied

“he is your baby and you don’t have to send him to college”

Of course, she is right.

I had a choice,

I had the money,

I have a job and credit,

I have caring friends,

one of which drove to,

Verdun from Pointe-Claire to pick me up,

and then drove me to Lachine,

and did I mention my friend is in her seventies

George and I are blessed with much love,

in our lives.

Friends are life’s greatest blessing.

The thing with George,

and Dude before him,

and Bud and Puce,

before that,

they aren’t my babies,

I know that,

but, they are such precious beasts,

friends who I have taken,

responsibility for.

their love is strong,

and my life is better,

for their presence,

including the hard parts,

their illnesses,

occasional wrecking of my stuff,

and ultimately their passing.

Every part of living with my cats,

present and past,

makes me a better,

person.

That is worth so much.

Taking on an animal,

adopting,

is a long term commitment,

through the good,

the bad,

the heart wrenching.

But when my big guy,

lies on my belly and purrs,

sleeps the sleep of the trusting,

when he greats me at the door,

when he wakes me to tell me,

about the birds…

and on Wednesday,

when he let me put him,

in the carrier after initial,

resistance,

when I told him,

“we have to get you cured big guy”

when dogs were barking at the vets,

and the sound of my voice,

calmed him.

That trust he has in me,

the love he has,

I need to live up to that,

and be there for him,

always.

I have to take the hard stuff,

with the joy.

That is love,

of a human or an animal,

love is love.

Laws regarding pets,

need to be changed,

people should not have to choose,

between their beasts,

and eating or paying rent,

they should not be forced,

to choose between finding,

a place to live and their friends.

Thank you, all of you,

for your love and prayers,

for me and George.

It means more than you can ever know.

Be well you all.

Later girls, BB