My cat George died. It’s okay.

My cat George died on December 25, 2021 in the afternoon. I was by his side, stroking his fur, letting him know that it was okay. It’s okay George. It is an okay time to die.

My cat George died on December 25, 2021 in the morning. I woke up and he was catatonic, not just a cat with a tonic. I got up, retrieved his pain killer and emptied the filled syringes. It’s okay, not everything goes according to plan.

My cat George died on December 25, 2021 at 3:30 a.m. I awoke next to him in bed. He had yeowed in pain. I got up, retrieved a syringe of his pain killer and injected the liquid into his mouth. It’s okay, no need to be in pain.

My cat George died on December 24, 2021, when I made an appointment for a vet to come visit our apartment on December 27th and end George’s retirement. It’s okay, everything ends.

My cat George died on December 23, 2021, when we visited the vet. I cried for him and the death years earlier of his brother. The vet felt a lump near his large intestine. It’s okay though, because the vet said he wasn’t full of shit.

My cat George died on December 20, 2021, when he pooped for the last time. It was small and undignified. It’s okay, not all poops are glorious.

My cat George died on December 19, 2021, while walking out of the room. His front paws stopped, and his rear ones kept going, sending his rear angling into the side of the bed. It’s okay, our bodies fail us when we get older.

My cat George died on June 25, 2021, when I yelled at him, “George, I’m done taking care of you! Poop in the damn litter pan, man.” It’s okay George, sometimes my love for you briefly fails.

My cat George died on October 14, 2019, when while shopping for an urn for the ashes of his brother Shaun, I decided which urn, I’d buy for George. It’s okay, you can acknowledge what is coming.

My cat Shaun died on August 25, 2019. I should have expected it. It was obvious but I was willfully blind. It’s okay, sometimes you can’t acknowledge what is coming.

My cat George made me laugh on January 25, 2022, while donating his food, the bag it was in broke, the contents splayed over the street. Damn cat, reminding me that he’s a god by causing some trouble. It’s okay, since he’ll always be with me.