Goodbye Dear Wilson

Sad Day Back from Travel

I was at a client Tuesday, Wednesday and part of the day today. My cat Wilson (who would have been 20 years old in December) had been failing in health the last few weeks. She was not in pain, she was just very old. This morning before I could get home Wilson passed on peacefully in her sleep.

When I got home, I had to try to dig a hole to bury Wilson in my pet cemetery out back. Thank heavens my brother helped, as my soil here in the Ozarks is 90% rock and 10% soil. You don't really dig holes, as much as you pry rocks out of the ground until a hole is made. We wrapped Wilson in her warm rug and placed her near my great dane Pepper's grave, and put some large stones from the selection we unearthed to mark the spot.

Wilsy was a sweet kitten, my white worm, the ice maiden who scorned all other cats and kittens but loved my little dachshund Augie. She was given to me 18 years ago by a lady I worked with who had to move to an apartment and could not keep Wilson. It took almost a year before Wilsy settled into her routine here at her home, but she was quite the queen kitty and ruled all she could survey. I shall miss her, but will meet her one day on the other side of the Rainbow Bridge.

I'm sad and tired, worn out from the week, and missing my Wils. I know she was ready to go, but I am never ready to let go. Ah well, tomorrow will be here before I know it and maybe tomorrow will be better, at least I keep telling myself that.