Thursday as I drove towards Beth's house I saw a dead cat on the side of the road; slowing down and looking I was sure it was George. Named for the great state of Georgia where Dorie adopted him a little over a year ago, he was by far the greatest cat in the world, according to her. I walked into Beth's home and asked where George was and was told he was outside, she had just let him out, why?
Well I told her and off she went to find poor George and bring him back home. Before she left she explained to Dorie, who only wanted to ask why and say but George was the greatest cat in the world... I am not ashamed to say that we all were crying, Dorie, her mom, me and Grandma Betty.
When Beth left, I went and got the shovel and picked out a nice sunny spot by the Chinaberry tree near the swing set and started digging. Beth came back and we gathered round and when we through the first shovel of dirt in Dorie said wait, we needed to say a prayer. So there I stood, freezing in the wind holding a 4 year olds hand praying to God to provide George with butterflies to chase and sun to keep him warm.
As I sobbed out the words I thanked God for George cause he was a good cat and we all said amen and finished the funeral. I slowly walked back towards the house and heard a cat meowing, thinking it was the new calico kitten that Beth had gotten I looked up and saw... GEORGE on the front porch.
I hollered to Beth and told her that we just buried someone else's cat and we all took to laughing and screaming and scared poor George so much that he flew around the house like a bat out of hell! It took us a while to explain to Dorie that the neighbors cat looked just like George, I'm not sure if she was ever convinced and even her Papa asked did we dig up the grave to look.
Nope we didn't, we just counted our blessings and poor Georges too and reflected on what a good funeral we gave that other cat.
Merry Christmas ya'll, Camella