Yesterday my  companion of 17 years died, peacefully, after a wonderful life and a short illness. I left the house with him, knowing in my heart that I would return alone. The weight of his absence is painful  and I know that only the passing of time will make it possible for me to talk about him and recall with laughter the endearing quirks that made him so special.

He asked for very little, accepted my erratic comings and goings without complaint;   amused and  frustrated me in equal parts and remained trusting and faithful  throughout his life.

He was the best of cats; the incomparable, inimitable and adorable George.