I keep writing this and rewriting this over and over. I knew I would never be ready for this moment and I definitely was not.
Georgie was such a special boy. I seriously don’t know what to do without him. My husband Jon and I feel so lost. We realized how much he loved us and helped our mental health. Our rock is gone. I keep thinking I see him or keep waiting for him to come into the room. Waiting for a meow or one of his adorable high pitched squeak meows. He was our son, our lil man, littlest man, sweet boy, our good boy, our buddy and our best friend. We adopted him in 2011 all because he looked like a cat I had as a child. But he was anything but. He was the sweetest, happiest little sidekick. And 14 years with him out out of his 21 years was not enough (selfishly). There will never be another cat like him.
Seeing all of his stuff in every room is difficult. But I feel like removing it will physically create obvious holes of how much he was apart of our house.
One day will adopt a new cat or two knowing we are helping another cat or two live their best life possible just as we did for Georgie. It will be our way to carry on the love we had for Georgie.