Honoring the bond,
Cherishing the memories
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Thank you for choosing to visit Blackston Pets. We pray that we can serve the memory of your loved one with honor and respect. A pet is not just an animal.
A pet is a member of the family.
Their Stories
Would you like to share your pet's legacy on our site?
We recognize that when a friend crosses over the Rainbow Bridge, they leave lasting memories ... they leave behind legacies. These are stories that ought to be told and cherished by others, so we've decided to give you a place to do that. Here, you can share their legacies and help to keep their memory going.
George
We called him "Georgie". It just seemed right to add the "ie" at the end, like a child's nickname. And even at 18 years old, he still had that kitten-like way about him, choosing to ignore the pain and weakness that was overtaking his body in exchange for one more late-night session of mad dashing around the house.
George was a miracle, as more than one of my precious animal children were. His life should have ended quickly as a terrified kitten flying down the interstate between Lavonia, Georgia and Anderson, South Carolina in the wheel well of a work truck.
My wife called me while I was working and told me about a kitten our apartment manager was trying to home.
"He's black and white, with big, bright yellow eyes, and a perfect little pink nose. He's the most precious thing, and I think we need to take him. He almost died getting to us. It really is a miracle"
She then told me the story of how this kitten became a decision we needed to make. It seems that the apartment manager needed to have some sort of maintenance done on one of the units and had contracted with a business in Lavonia. The worker arrived in Anderson after driving about 45 minutes up I-85 and through very heavy city traffic. Upon getting out of his truck, he heard a tiny mewing sound coming from the back and walked around to investigate. What he discovered was one of his neighbor's new kittens, frightened and shaking from the journey, huddled right next to the tire inside the wheel well. He cradled the kitten and contacted the neighbor, who said they didn't want it back. Luckily, the apartment manager had a soft heart and agreed to keep it until she could find a home. Enter my wife into the office to pay the rent. The office manager knew we loved animals and showed her the kitten. That was all it took.
For the next 18years, George was the welcoming committee for all who came through our door. If you stayed for more than a few seconds, he was there to give you a "cat scan" and insert himself into the conversation with purrs, rubs, and his own perfect meow. More than one friend or family member claimed George was the only cat they ever liked, and his passing sparked more grief on the parts of others than I expected. He left his mark on everyone that met him. He just had a way of softening the hardest of hearts.
We named him George as a companion to our matron cat, Gracie. She was a small, black beauty who only had the use of three legs.
I'm going to miss my Georgie. His memory will always be fresh in my mind and his impact on those around him will always be felt.
Rest in peace, my precious boy.
