Friday, 14 May 2010
I write this with a rather heavy heart. Sadly today our "rather large, daft ginger cat" George had to be put down today. He'd not been well for a couple of weeks and over the last twenty-four hours he had deteriorated rapidly. The vet came to the house which made the whole ordeal much less distressing for George - animals aren't stupid and a trip to the vets in a plastic box is a huge source of stress. As it happened he was sitting on my knee with Suzi and I both stroking him. A horrible experience but the right thing is often the hardest thing to do.
If you're not an animal lover you may find this hard to understand, he had become a real part of the family since we got him about a year and a half ago. He was 16 then and had been in a shelter with a local cat charity for three months; due to his age many people just weren't interested - the charity didn't even want a donation for him just as long as we gave him a good home. He'd ended up there after his previous owner had to go into a home and her family took him to a vet to be put down but the vet refused to put a perfectly healthy animal down but offered to pass him to the charity. Those who weren't interested missed out on a cat who was incredibly affectionate and attentive not to mention completely daft with an appetite which could have bankrupted a number of small countries. The usual comment when people saw him was to say 'he's huge!' It seemed like he was the world's largest domestic cat! He was around three times the size of Thomas' birth weight! He adjusted to Thomas' arrival far better than we could ever have hoped - often ending up lying next to Thomas on the sofa when we were all in the lounge!
Although my blog tends to concentrate on railways of various sizes I wanted to share this. If you want a cat (or indeed other pets too) a rescue one can make a wonderful pet and addition to the family. George came in and in a short space of time became an integral part of the household despite spending half of his time asleep (and it seemed like the rest of his time purring!) and wrecking all three sofas to some extent when he continually moulded them to make comfortable beds! But we aren't really bothered about small details like this!
We knew that taking on an older animal would mean we wouldn't have them as long as a we might have had a younger pet but, despite the end, it was all worth it and I hope we gave him a happy year and a half's 'retirement'.