The 5th Good Thing
about George, the cat
This is the story about how
I learned that death can
s ometimes be a good thing.
I know that may sound harsh, but
let me begin by telling you about George.
George was a present from by
grandma for my 3rd birthday.
George was an older cat..not a kitten.
Grandma got George from a shelter in our town.
He had lived there for most of his life.
Grandma said when she saw George in the
cage, he walked to the front of the cage
meowed and licked her hand. She knew at
that moment George would be a good pet.
George was the best cat any boy would ever want. He walked through the
creek with me. He would go fishing with me. He used his paw instead of
a hook. He slept on my pillow next to my head every night. I remember
when I was really sick with a high fever, George licked my forehead as if
he was trying to make me feel better. George was an awesome cat.