Little Bill was not made for this world. He saw many doctors and was poked and prodded all his life. Despite this he loved everyone and trusted what they were doing was necessary. He never resisted the procedures that were thrust upon him.
There are many ways I miss him, the warm weight of his body, the silkiness of his fur, how he would snuggle with me every night in “our” chair and place his head on my shoulder and his paw gently on my chest. I miss every night having him next to me lying in his pillow and wrapping his paw around my hand to pull it close to his body for the night. He loved being outside, listening to birds and feeling the breeze, but he was willing to come in when we came to get him.
I couldn’t help him the morning of July 14th, 2019 when he sought me out. I do think he died being where he wanted to be next me and with his family, surrounded by the love he had come to know all his life. A love he gave back to us in return. He will be missed. I will always love you my special friend.