My Willy Kitty Story

by Lorraine Swayze
(Canada)

I am not even sure where to start, telling you about my beautiful boy of 17 years. I picked Willy out of a litter of 7. He was quiet, shy and looked so very scared. I wanted just to hold him and tell him everything is going to be okay. Don't be scared. I will look after you and make sure you will always be safe. Right then and there I knew I was talking myself into taking this beautiful orange kitty home.

I was always Willy's mom, right from the get-go. He was attached to me like no other. I had a black cat, Shamoo, at the time who has passed quite a few years ago. Shamoo would lay on my tummy looking into my eyes and Willy would come around the corner and freeze, shock that another would even think about touching me. He would then jump up and sit even closer to me than Shamoo. He was such a funny kitty. All my friends just loved him. They would call me and chat and never a conversation went by without asking "How is Willy" or " how is that bad boy Willy". He was the topic of many a conversation.

The years passed with many, many good times with my boy. But two days ago, the time had come to say our good-bye's. He had not been feeling well for a while and on the weekend took a serious change to the worse. By Sunday at 7:00 pm we had to take him in. The tears rushing down my face, we walked into the Vet's office. My heart pounding and aching knowing what was to come. Willy was looking into my eyes when they put him to sleep. I told him how much I loved him and not to be scared.

Don't be scared Willy, I will always love you, I will always be your Mom.

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