Deer MCV furrends
Well, ov course, I miss Willie. He waz always a good kit, and waz here when I came in Nov 1999. So it waz sad to see hiz life come to an end.
But, I don't know, it sure iz diff'rent now dat he iz gone. Da Lady notices fings like dis- When I want somefin to eat, I holler about it. Doesn't efurryone? Well, den Willie would wake up and come into da kitchen and push hiz big head right into my dish. It didn't help to put 2 dishes down, he would come over and push me aside, so I would go away and eat later, after Willie and hiz steamshovel-action jaws left. NOW, I just can eat freely, and I hav finalwhee stopped looking over my shoulder furr HIM, when it is food time.
And just dis week, I have found out how nice da living room rug iz. Before, the closest I would come, would be perrching on da back ov da sofa. NOW, I sprawl and roll on dis rug in da sunshine and play wiv my homemade toy, made from a long pipecleaner and a wooden bead. I hav several of dem and pounce and chase dem, which I didn't do before.
You know what, I fink I like being da onwee kit. Iz dat selfish? One of da g'grkids asked da Lady would she get anovver kit? I don't THINK so. I like it jusst da way it iz.
Willie's final resting place iz looking fine. Dere are flowers growing on top and quartz, pink and white, from dis property scattered all over the mound. Da Lady waters it efurry day in dis dry spell. Willie's man iz going to bring tiger lilies to plant and hiz sisfurr says maybe marigolds furr da BigOrange, da Lady called him GoldenBoy, because hiz furrs shone in da sunlight.
So Life goes on. Hope you are all well. Maybe I will hav to venture out and go fishing wiv da kits. I fink I would like dat.
Wuv, Topaze and da Lady in da Sunny Souf.
