George
George was just a tiny little guy when he came home with us:
George loved all of us, but I think Eli was always his favorite.
And now, a puzzling change to left-justified pictures, because Blogger formatting is a strange, bull-headed wonder that cannot always be deciphered.
George lived in uneasy détente with his sister Gracie, although they did have some nice moments:
One of George's hobbies was eating flowers, which we carefully selected for safety. I enjoyed looking at the same flowers that George enjoyed eating.
Another popular hobby was the bed game:
When no strangers were around, George was a Zen master of relaxation:
Enjoying the senior seat.
The porch was a favorite morning hangout.
Surprisingly, George was a big fan of snow, even though he had never seen it until later in life. He even played in the yard a few times in deep snow (with appropriate security measures taken to protect an unsuspecting populace). This is on the porch in winter.
I took this picture during George's last few days, with the swollen side of his face turned away.
George was a fine fellow and a beloved pet. We will always miss him.
<< Home