Dear Friends at My Three Cats,
He came to me to live on December 26, 1994. My best Christmas gift ever. He was hiding in the bushes near my parked car on that cold night and gave me the biggest surprise by leaping through my open car door onto my lap and staying there. I was his forever.
His last two years were a bit perplexing to him, I imagine, but he was a brave, strong boy. First, he was a victim of the nationwide pet food poisoning and nearly died. Then his earlier hair loss began to accelerate. His kind, caring veterinarian did everything to learn why, finally sending him to specialists in dermatology and oncology for biopsies which told us that he had lymphoma of the hair follicle, a cancer that had been attacking him for some time. My beautiful Giorgi then began nine months of chemotherapy, but finally, at the end of May, 2009, we realized that no more could be done. Each day of the last two months was a torment for me, waiting, watching. The secondary skin infections are what finally brought him down and my strong, beautiful cat came to me to die. In a second of time, he was gone forever.
My dear beautiful Giorgi, gone after fifteen graceful years of giving pleasure and being a perfect cat. What a joy he was.
My best,
Lee Tarullo
