12/11/2024
Yesterday was a very difficult day. Gut wrenching to be exact. Last night WeeWillie went on his final voyage. I have no words to explain. If you know..you know. Yesterday was the day for floods of ugly tears, sick stomach, swollen eyes and face. Today, as I am going through his photos to share, I realize it is a day to celebrate the 6 or so years we had together . NEVER in a million years did I believe we would have that much time together. Wee Willie was born with rather extensive neurological difficulties, cerebellar hypoplasia. He was close to 10 years old when we adopted him from Senior Paws Sanctuary. He weighed a whopping 2 Lbs. He was 6 inches high. WeeWillie had been dumped by his owners just as the shelters were being evacuated for Hurricane Wilma. He would have died there. Thank you Debbie GoldsberrySenior Paws Sanctuaryfor saving him last minute. From day 1, Willie enjoyed sunshine, pool floats, pack security, dozens of outfits and his own crib at night, next to my bed. His personality BLOOMED! even though everything took him longer, and walking wasn't always or even sometimes possible. Willie was happy EVERY day. His favorite spot was riding in my shirt or sitting under his dads arm at night watching TV. He was a Jets fan! I can't show you my favorite picture of WeeWillie so I put some of my favorites in a folder if you would like to see him. A thought occurred to me.. My mom went into an Alzheimers facility the week after Wilma, the same week I brought WeeWillie home. My mom died 2 weeks ago....and now WeeeWillie is gone too. Strange coincidence. But today, instead of crying because my heart is breaking, I will celebrate the time we shared and the absolute awe and joy I found in this 2 lb. bundle of love...and perhaps hope mom's arms are there to hold him until I can get to where ever he is now.
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