Aggie’s parents’ cat Bill (affectionately known as Billy) has died. He was a good old cat, and I liked him. He had a loud sort of meow and would occasionally belt out something that sounded like, “Hullo!”
There’s nothing quite like the relationship we have with our pets. A bit like friend in closeness and child in responsibility. While to outsiders there may be a bit of absurdity in how we grieve for them, when they’re gone they leave an emptiness that contains undeniable hurt.
Rest in peace, Bill. We miss you.
I remember when I took him home from the shelter… i was initially looking at all the kittens and a long haired persian… then there he was… all silent just looking at me all sad … like he knew no one would ever want an older cat… and i was sold … that was about 16 years ago. our billy joe bob… we’ll miss you.
I really didn’t know how attached I was to Bill until today. We all loved him very much. He was so special when he arrived. Scared to death in his new home and immediatly dove for the 800 pound piano. Zelda and I took almost 2 days to get him to come out; and he finally did. 16-17 years later (nobody was ever sure of his age) my best buddy is gone to be with all our best friends. Some of you will recognize these names. Jerry, Napolean, Fluffer, Kittles, Willie, Kelly, Ruby, Charlie, Tai, Ziggy, and probably more that I can’t remember and I apologize. Thanks to all my Waterglass friends. Aggie’s Pa and Ma
David, thank you so much for your beautiful remarks and picture of our Billy Boy. It made me cry. How we loved him. He enriched our lives so and I am so grateful that Zelda picked him for us all to love. I haven’t been home yet to really experience the vast void that will be there but I know he is in our hearts and will always be there. Aggie’s Ma