Yes.  It was on this date... December 5th 2009...that my beloved cat Willy past away due to a form of cancer and diabetes.  I miss him dearly...  So today, December 5th 2010 marks the anniversery of his death.  Rest in Peace, Willy <3

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He was a year older then me about, 8 months old when I was born.  He grew up with me, and he would always be at my feet when I fell asleep at night.  He would sit on my leg and watch me on the computer or curl up and take a nap, keeping me company.  He would rub his head against my face when I cried (or if he could reach).  He would watch me and friends when they were over.  And even friends and family looked foward to Willy when they came over; giving him a pat on the head, or a stroke on the back.  But...as the years went on, I got older.  And so did he.  I began to realize when I was 11, that Willy wouldn't live forever.  It finally came the time when he had difficulty climbing up the stairs, and he slept more then he used to.  Weight was being added to his once fit limbs. He had to force himself up just to get a drink of water, and I knew his bones were failing him.  His black coat began to dim, and the light of his dark green eyes began to lose their shimmer.  But he still tortured himself to follow me up the stairs and lay in my bed.  Until the time came I had to carry him up.  And carry him down for bathroom breaks.  When I was 13, he began drinking more water, and using the litter box more often.  We took him to the vet, where they diagnosed him with Diabetes.  For the next year my family did what they could to take care of him.  Gave him his shots, and we put him on a special diet.  Soon, he hardly moved more then a meter away from his litter box...we moved his bed and food/water closer to him. 

It may sound strange, but I seemed to sence his pain and would spend hours each day after school just stroking him in the basement.  It got worse....one day I went down to the basement, and no matter how hard I scratched his ears, he wouldnt wake up.  I could still hear his strained breathing.  I felt the tears begin to flow and I retreated up the stairs, calling my dad at the office and explaining what happened.  My father rushed home and we took Willy to the vet once again, where he was diagnosed with a string of cancer.  He re-opened his eyes and I could see the pain and saddness he felt. 

Then.  In the last few weeks of his life, I slept in the basement by his side...feeling guilty when I left for school each morning.  It was about 3 am on December 5th 2009, and I was still awake... I had my hand on his side, and we just stared at each other.  It seemed like simply seconds...even though the minutes ticked by.  Finally... My beloved companion went silent and I felt his strained breathing stop...

Willy closed his emerald green eyes.  And never woke up.

R.I.P. My Dear Willy...

Yes, this is him.

Why did I want you to read his story? Because his life deserves to be celebrated.  In remembrance of all other deceased animal companions

So why is this thread up you may ask.

Well, I know there are many pet owners out there who know the pain of losing a pet.  So my heart goes out to all of you<3

Also, this thread will serve as a way to document my progress in completing my ultimate rescreatuan goal(:

Fun's Ultimate Goal.

Willy left us 20 days until Christmas.

And My Ultimate Wish?  To gain this name..."Willy" and have him for Christmas every year on Rescreatu.  I will tag it to a black male ebilia like so...

Your Pet: Willy

First, I must find the location of this name.  I will pay 150k to the finder.
Location: *insertuser'sname* Showroom

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Step Two: Buying the name.  I will rmail the owner and ask their price/if they are selling.
STATUS: Awaiting rmail responce.

Step 3: Save up/purchase the name

Step 4: buy a nametag
A bit ahead... thanks to ipod

Step 5: Tag "Willy" to black male ebilia.

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If you have ever rped with me... you will realize most of my charrys have dark hair and dark green eyes...that is why.

I hope to have my dear Willy home for Christmas.  Thank You for reading.

THANK YOU.
These users helped me to inch closer to achieving my goal.  Thank you<3

FAN ART
Some amazing users actually portrayed my darling feline in art.  Thank you all.
Feel free to rmail me some of your own art, and I will be more then happy to buy it off you(tu)

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To the readers:

Now.  You may think I'm crazy.  You may find this strange.  But Willy was a close companion of mine, and I don't think I will ever find another friend like him.  He will forever hold an important piece of my heart; and he will live on through happier memories my family and I share. 

If any of you have ever known the pain of losing a trusted companion, my heart goes out to you; and I am truly sorry for your loss.

I've lost my fair share of pets, all because I was young and wanted to 'save them all'. I lost a whole litter of kittens once. </3

Though, I still have Dixie, my german shephard/lab mix and my two kittens Topaz and Oz. Oz is a slightly long-haired black female cat, and Topaz is a short haired calico female.

Awwww I feel your pain.

My birds died when I was only 5 also the time when I was to young to understand

They cried every night at the pain of seeing their babies die....

You don't need to pay me back 

This actually made me cry ;~; I had to give my cat away because my step mums dog kept trying to eat her...And then that dog got cancer and we had to put her down. I had to leave the room I was crying so hard when I had my hand on her cheast just listening to her breathe...

Ah...so sad...

And I developed a severe allergy for cats. Every time I go near one, I get closer to the risk. If I go around them to much, or too many at a time, I could go into anhaleptic shock. It stinks because I love cats...

My bird died because she ran into a wall.

D;

Everyone on my dad's side is allergic to cats. But me. I used to, but I ignored it~ Now its gone. ;D

I am so sorry to hear of all of your losses D:

I lost a precias feline aswell.

I lost Ollie.

We had just moved. We brought Ollie with us, from our old home. Ollie didn't like where we were. He tried to escape, so we wouldn't let him outside. But somehow, he found a way. The night he ran away we heard the howling of the cyotes and the mewing of a cat, but we were too tired and its was too dark to see what it was. So, the next morning, we went outside to investigate. Then, I saw something that made my heart freeze (I was only 5, remember) And that was, Ollie's fur. All of his fur. "D-daddy?" I would ask him. "Where's Ollie? Can we put up posters? When will he come back" My dad just stared at me, and never answerd. I never got why he never answerd. But, as I got older, I knew Ollie was gone. Gone for good.