Little G (2002-2018)

Little G was a very good friend to me. I especially enjoyed the walks we used to take together after he decided to join me on my patrols around the property - he was dedicated to those walks and would race out of the house to join me and got me to take a second loop if he had missed the first one. Sometime I would pick him up to get past the wet valley bottoms or if the snow got to deep but he never asked for it. We'd had a ritual of sitting by the creek, I would lean up against the big red pine and he would hop on my lap, he also liked to go to the point and stare across the lake. On those occasions when Slurry joined the walk, Little G would often set-up a mini-ambush for him.

Inside Little G was generally a quite cat, though he had mastered the art of blinking and doing half-headstands to secure attention. I always enjoyed looking over at him throughout a day and receiving a soft slow blink in return. He was often perched or stretched in a dignified manner but he always made time to give me a welcoming blink or head turn. And there were all those massages he gave me! He would hop on my lap and give my thigh muscles a good kneading.

Quiet yet full of life he liked staring out the window at the birds or staring at the scratching noises in the wall. When there was a group of dogs, he'd stand on a chair amidst them to show his bravery. He make the round at parties knowing that he could elicit some petting. Like Cricket he was so much a part of this house that it isn't really the same place without his presence.

This weekend his health worsened suddenly, he stopped eating and his breathing became laboured. Slurry was an attentive friend and slept beside him to give warmth, we gave him water and continued with anti-biotics but he was clearly deteriorating so on Monday we brought him to the vet where our fears were unfortunately confirmed. He died peacefully in out arms soon afterwards.

To me Little G was the perfect cat, quiet and dignified, loving and brave, a wonderful walking companion, a great masseuse and he always seemed to perfectly fit into a room packed with books. He will be deeply missed by Stef, Slurry and everyone else who met him, and I will always feel a special bond with him.

Thanks for the wonderful years Little G. You will be sorely missed.

This was shocking and saddening to find out.

He was a great cat. I remember when we brought him home from the vet tech program to be adopted. He was a sweet cat and I'll miss him a lot.

Slurry and I hang out in a quiet house during the day. He meows strangely at me, 'Where are the dog and cat that used to be here? Where have they gone?' My heart is too tight to answer.

Little G was one of the most adorable cats I've ever had the privilege to spend time with.  Did he not also make some sweet, soft grunt-like noises at times?  He and Cricket are very much missed...and I hope you don't mind me posting a few pics in honour of them.  I think the one of just Little G was my most cherished pic taken in 2017. They were all taken January, 2017, on one of those trail walks you spoke so fondly of.

Two of the best walking companions a man has every had.

I still miss them deeply.
It gets hard to care about the world when some of the best parts of it are gone.

A good snowy grey spring day for listening to Lycia and trying to convert painful loss into soulful melancholy - but Cricket and Little G were my Lycia listening companions too...

The love you give in life is the buffer you give other from the devastating loss of your death and the removal of that same love. The dead don't want their loved ones to die. I hope they are OK with a tear-smeared hand pressing against a photo.