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.


lizard johnny jewel,  2 September 2013 at 14:14  

Sorry to hear it, bro.

Anonymous,  2 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

YAHOWAH 2 September 2013 at 14:55  

My sincere condolences to your loss.

Anonymous,  23 September 2013 at 14:45  

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