Georgia came into my life when I was just coming into it myself. I was in college, and my future husband presented her to me as a birthday gift. As I held this cat on my lap for the first time, a bad-tempered, thrashing ball of fur and claws, I had more than a notion of declining the offer. But we decided to stick it out.
She turned out to be a pretty average cat. She loved to lie in the sun, and chatter at birds out the window. She chased toys on sticks and flashlight beams, and ran into the kitchen at the sound of the can opener.
Of course, she became one of the dearest friends I will ever have.
She has been there for all of my most precious moments. She was always there to sit abruptly on whatever paper I was working on for school. She was quite the art critic, tramping through my palette to track paint all over the carpet. She sat beside me on the sofa as my husband proposed to me. She came along when we bought our first house, and she was there to greet each of my children when they first arrived home, newborn and helpless. Georgia watched them grow and played with them, and tolerated their “love”.
Now she is gone, and I can’t help but feel that with her passing, so too has passed a chapter of my own life story. She will be always remembered and forever missed.
Digitally painted in Corel Painter