I remember walking up my street at 6 years old holding the little kitten in my arms telling him I’d name him Tom or Elizabeth because I didn’t know if he was a boy or girl. Of course my parents weren’t expecting him but there was no way they’d say no. After much discussion, we decided on a family name, William, Willy for short. Willy was my best friend.
We’d play hide and seek, and even had our own house in a box. I don’t think my cat ever knew he was a cat. He’d greet us at the door, run when he heard the food can and even drank out of the toilet. As I got older I spent less time with him but in the past few years he became my best friend again. We slept together every night.
I was always feeding him because he was always hungry, and every morning he’d wake me up by shredding any paper he could find. We had to put him to sleep this week and I mean it when I say that, although I know it was all we could do, this is one of the hardest things
I’ve ever had to go through.
He was there for 13 years of my life and I am grateful for all the good times we had. I know that one day I won’t walk into my living room and burst into tears, and one day I won’t look around for him anymore, but it hurts and it’s hard. I just want to let everyone know what a great buddy he was and that he’ll be missed more
than he’ll ever have known.
I love you buddy,
| Willy |
| Kate |