I frequently write about this guy:
My favorite four-legged goof-ball. My buddy, Moose. The Moo-meister General. Moogie Howser, MD (he’s not a real doctor). The Great Googly-Moogly.
Today I want to take a moment to pay tribute to another furry friend, Bill, who passed away August 19 after seventeen years in the family. Adopted by Sam and Sherry when their daughter Shanna moved away with her family, Bill quickly rose to the position of Most Awesome of Cats with his sweet disposition and willingness to accompany you on walks.
I knew Bill for about five years, during which time his eyesight failed and his fur became hopelessly tangled in dreadlock knots, despite Sherry’s best attempts at combing them out. He was a country cat, after all. Even blind, he would get around, presumably by sound and smell. What he seemed to like best, though, was just hanging out with Sherry in the garden, content to lay under her chair, rub against her leg, or just sit and listen. I have a feeling that Sherry will miss those moments, too.
We see you in the corner of our vision
Just outside our field of view.
Memories spark and for a flicker of a second
We think that it might be you.
We wish that it really was you.
We’ll miss you, Sweet Bill!