Life has a habit of kicking you when you're down i have realised.. Here's a photo of the cat who when i first saw him, i was playing civilization II .. and he came running up and hid under the computer desk with me.. the cat i grew up with.. the cat who always waited on the wall in front of my house when i came home from school.. i'd just about got over bowser having passed away.. when i get called by my sister to say george would have to be put down tonight.. same place, same room. . . talk about reopening wounds and making them worse ;.;

so here's a photo of george from last saturday (6 days ago) when he was sleeping in his favourite spot outside, under a bench at my parents..

Love you George.. You were the first cat to show me love, and the first cat i ever loved back...