Nancy and I chose Willow as our cat back in October 1999, just after we moved into our first house together in California. We stopped by the Humane Society “just to look” on the way out of the apartment with the final full carload of belongings, and made room in the car somehow for the young cat with the huge bushy tail who was so engaging! Willow was four back then, and she’s been with us ever since, through the move up to Portland (and the long drive in the car with Nancy which made them even more closely bonded), and helping us parent the puppies (grudgingly at first, no doubt, but eventually with obvious affection grooming them like kittens :-).
But to everything there is a season, and it’s finally time to let her go. After a long, healthy, happy life, Willow was diagnosed with a terminal illness which has not been responsive to treatment, steadily losing weight over the last several months. Fortunately, as best we can tell she has not been in much pain, but we decided that it would be better to say goodbye before that happens. The vet will be over this afternoon to put her to sleep, here at home.
I think she’s been saying lately that she’s ready to go. She managed to keep Nancy and me and the puppies in line for over 12 years, helping us get well settled into each of our homes and teaching us what she wanted us to know.