I got George as a scrawny baby back in the days you could still get free pets out of the newspaper. He was a thing to see. His orange fur sticking up in tufts all over the place like he got a bad haircut. It wasn’t until many years later a vet told me he was a Maine Coon which accounted for why he was always larger than life. I was told he was weened too early from his mom, so he treated me like his mama kitty. He’d curl up on my chest and stuff his nose in my hair and purr for hours. He never failed to cheer me up and never once let on how terrible he felt.

He was my best friend and companion. He was my son’s protector from things that go bump in the night. He was, and will always be, the sweetest thing. Words cannot describe how he’ll be missed.