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George’s Story
My friend, Steve, forwarded me your e-scoop and headlined it as "these are the people who brought George into our lives". It seemed like the purrfect opportunity to write. I am a bit ashamed to admit it but I was never an animal lover. I enjoyed animals in the wild but quite frankly, described myself as a cat hater. I am sorry. After several strong emotional experiences supporting friends who were dealing with the loss of loved ones (dogs and cats) I had quite an epiphany. From my limited experience with my friends pets I came to a much better understanding in my head and in my heart about how much love animals bring and give. In fact, I see God's love in them as a source of love and a way to show the love in one's own heart to them. Sometime after my friend Stevens' cat, Sniffie, died, I was asked about getting another cat. Would Sniffie mind, I was asked? It came quite easy for me to say what I would say about anyone losing a loved one. The fact is, the love he shared with Sniffie will always be there, special and will never die. A new cat brings a new love, as special as that new animal. And so, we have George. An opportunity for me to live out (love out?) he change that I was feeling in my heart. George has brought immense Joy into my life and into our life. He is different than Sniffie for sure but still so lovable and cuddly. I long to come home and see George, play with him, feed him, pet him and yes, even empty his litter box. He is a blessing that I feel I really don't deserve. I am 52 and I pray I can love him enough to pay back some cosmic reparations for being that avowed cat hater that used to exist. I am also simply reveling in and accepting the love George gives me with abundance.
Thank you so very, very much for being there and doing what you do. You have brought joy and love into three lives (not to mention Nanna and Pop). ~ Dan Fischer, Steve and George (le chat)
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