G*Spoon

In January 2011, I lost The Inspector (aka Jerry). He had cancer.

After a couple of years, it felt safe to assume his brother was in the clear.

I was wrong.

G*Spoon (aka George) wasn't gifted with the intelligence of his brother. He was a great big ginger fool when you weigh it all up. Everytime I turned around, he was there. He would talk to me all day long. It really was like he was giving me a running commentary on how his day was going. I'm writing this and he should be draped across the back of the chair behind me. We were inseperable.

Anyway. At 03:51 this morning, he drew his final breath. I was with him all the way through.

I've lost my shadow.
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5 comments:

  1. lizard johnny jewel2 September 2013 at 14:14

    Sorry to hear it, bro.

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  2. Anonymous2 September 2013 at 14:22

    I'm sorry for your loss. I know enough about death. I work as a autopsy laborant. "Death pays my bills", but I am a very spiritual person. "You can be born... you must die". It takes strength to go on. I hope you understand me... Again... sorry for my terrible English. Robert

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  3. YAHOWAH2 September 2013 at 14:55

    My sincere condolences to your loss.

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  4. Plague6 September 2013 at 01:51

    condolences

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  5. Anonymous23 September 2013 at 14:45

    You have my condolences. Our apricot Maine Coon is getting old.

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