I named him Gershwin. It was meant to be an homage, not an omen.
Gershwin on the piano, his favorite spot
He's been an amazing companion, roommate, alarm clock, bed warmer, and siphon of my disposable income with some of his health issues for the past seven years. And worth every penny.
George Gershwin at the piano -- probably his favorite spot, too
George Gershwin died prematurely at the age of 38 of a brain tumor, and my fuzzy friend, at the age of 12 (I think -- he came to me by way of Cleveland as a stray), has just been diagnosed with not one, but two almond-sized tumors, one over each little orange ear.He's still hangin' in there, but there's no music in the air today, folks.
3 comments:
Oh, I feel so badly for you and for Gershwin! It's so hard when one of our furry family members has something wrong like this.
sorry to hear about your Gershwin!
woah, that is a little eerie. you didn't mention the george gershwin part to me.
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