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.