We had to put our cat Willow down today, so I've queued some posts of her. <3
She lived to be roughly sixteen years old and was exactly the same the entire time, right up until this past week. A great grey lump, in her repose she often tried to become one with our bedroom's many grey bedding items, earning her the nickname Willow Pillow. She loved sitting stationary for long periods of time in the most awkward position on my lap long after my leg fell asleep, and always slept on my feet at night, grumbling whenever I'd shift around. In her early life she spent her time bothering Buffy (RIP) and later on being bothered by Drucilla. They were never friends, but managed to become begrudging roommates over time. Although a perpetual grump, Willow also was an eternal optimist and no matter what you were eating always lived in hope that it was unseasoned chicken specifically for her. It never was. Or flatbread, for some reason she fucking loved flatbread and would steal it out of your hand if you weren't looking.
Willow was our stalwart companion for many cozy years, a creature of incredible inertia, and I truly believed she would be around forever. <3
You were loved. You will be missed.
