Goodbye, Farewell and Amen
William Powell Warren. Mr. Powell. Fluffy. Fluffer. Wooly. Wooler. Fluffster. Baby Cat.
Our cat had many names, but usually we just called him Willie.
He was my sister’s cat to begin with, and she’s the one who named him after the debonair actor of “The Thin Man” fame. But within a few months, Marsha moved to New Orleans and Willie became our cat.
I’ll never forget the day we got the call from my sister informing us that we would have a fluffy little roommate when we returned from our Christmas visit to my grandparents’ house in Ada, Okla. That was in December 1991, more than 17 years ago. (Has it really been that long?)
We weren’t sure we wanted a cat at first, but we all fell in love with Willie the instant we saw him. I can still picture him sitting on the couch in the family room of our Willow Creek house, with those bright eyes and those ears that were just a little too big for his head. He was a bundle of energy in those days, dashing around the house and getting into mischief. He drove us crazy, but we loved every minute of it.
Through the years, he was our constant companion. It was somehow reassuring to have him around. You knew that you were never truly alone in the house.
He lived with us in the Willow Creek house for 12 years, and then spent the last five with us here.
The last couple of years were hard for Willie, as his health gradually deteriorated. He suffered from thyroid problems, high blood pressure, and even blindness, but he was a real trooper.
Unfortunately, age and illness finally caught up with him, and we had to have him put down yesterday afternoon.
The house feels so empty tonight.
Godspeed, little buddy. We’ll miss you more than you’ll ever know.
Our cat had many names, but usually we just called him Willie.
He was my sister’s cat to begin with, and she’s the one who named him after the debonair actor of “The Thin Man” fame. But within a few months, Marsha moved to New Orleans and Willie became our cat.
I’ll never forget the day we got the call from my sister informing us that we would have a fluffy little roommate when we returned from our Christmas visit to my grandparents’ house in Ada, Okla. That was in December 1991, more than 17 years ago. (Has it really been that long?)
We weren’t sure we wanted a cat at first, but we all fell in love with Willie the instant we saw him. I can still picture him sitting on the couch in the family room of our Willow Creek house, with those bright eyes and those ears that were just a little too big for his head. He was a bundle of energy in those days, dashing around the house and getting into mischief. He drove us crazy, but we loved every minute of it.
Through the years, he was our constant companion. It was somehow reassuring to have him around. You knew that you were never truly alone in the house.
He lived with us in the Willow Creek house for 12 years, and then spent the last five with us here.
The last couple of years were hard for Willie, as his health gradually deteriorated. He suffered from thyroid problems, high blood pressure, and even blindness, but he was a real trooper.
Unfortunately, age and illness finally caught up with him, and we had to have him put down yesterday afternoon.
The house feels so empty tonight.
Godspeed, little buddy. We’ll miss you more than you’ll ever know.