Willy was my West Highland White Terrier.
We (my husband two children and I) lost him to cancer just two weeks ago.
He was diagnosed with cancer and within a week had to be put
to sleep. The absence of his presence is everywhere. My husband and
kids have taken much solace in the fact that Willy is in heaven with
Jesus however it’s been much harder for me. I was his “mommy”.
I mothered him for 11 years. He listened to me followed me everywhere
was constantly by my side and we simply adored each other.
I have been lost without him. I feel as if I’ve lost an arm. I can manage
barely but it is with a tremendous handicap and is quite painful.
It’s going to be some time before my new arm grow back. Does
that make any sense? Willy was the most beautiful friendly
compassionate loving and tender little dog in the world.
I talk to him all the time. Right now I would do just about anything
for a chance to look into his eyes for one moment caress his soft head,
stroke his ticklish belly and hold him in my arms.
I ache to be with him again. I am finding great comfort in the spiritual
support for believing that our beloved animal friends go on
and wait for us to join them.
I pray that it is true.
Love Always,
Mommy
| Willy |