Willis
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I love you so much BugBug. I'll miss you.
Familiar
Tuxedo Floracat
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Energy: 10/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Light.
Male Spiral
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
2.94 m
Wingspan
3.12 m
Weight
61.04 kg
Genetics
Obsidian
Falcon
Falcon
Obsidian
Paint
Paint
White
Scales
Scales
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 25 Spiral
Max Level
STR
126
AGI
8
DEF
5
QCK
58
INT
5
VIT
11
MND
5
Biography
PLIGHTNING HOLLOW
"Goofy" Willis "Wild" StormTalon
*The best cat in the world*
"Ooooh my goofy Willis. Oooooh my gooooofy Wiiiiilliiiiis. Ooooh my Goofy Willis. You're such a goofy Willis!
*The best cat in the world*
"Ooooh my goofy Willis. Oooooh my gooooofy Wiiiiilliiiiis. Ooooh my Goofy Willis. You're such a goofy Willis!
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Basic Info
He/Him/His Willis Mary Chaotic/Good Cat Likes ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ |
Personality
Personality: Willis Dislikes ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ | Breed Change: Gaoler |
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TEAM NAME
*Cuddling*
Mary
Melody
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RELATIONSHIPS
Mom: Mary
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RELATIONSHIPS
Aunt: Melody
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Story
This dragon is in dedication to my beloved cat, Willis, who I have had the pleasure of having in my life for roughly around 15 years. When he was just a kitten, my sister and one of my friends found him outside. He had crawled onto our porch and ran into my sister's arms. She brought him in and I immediately joined in to get him fed, cleaned, and loved on. He was starving, had fleas, ticks, and mites, an ear infection, and a respiratory infection that affected his breathing just a tad for his entire life. The vet said if we had not brought him in, the very next day he would have died. My mom intended to make him an outside cat, but through lots of convincing and loving he ended up staying with me. My Willis was the sweetest and friendliest cat you could have ever hoped to meet. Our relationship started off with him resting against my chest and very gently chewing on my nose. If you have ever smelled a cat's breath while they have a respiratory infection it was probably the worst smell I have ever had, but I bore through it because this little ball of love was showing me affection. He turned from a small thin little thing, to a big healthy and happy boy. He wasn't as affectionate to other cats so he had to stay in my room, but as it turns out he never minded. His greatest joys were eating, sleeping on his leaf blanket, and sitting in his mommy's arms purring. He liked to wake me up in the middle of the night, roughly around 1:00 Am, because he decided he needed to eat. He liked to get the crinkliest loudest papers and toys and bat them around until I was forced to wake up. He also liked to get in my face and eat any food I happened to have. As it happens, I was a sucker and liked to share.
This beautiful boy also blessed me in a different way. I have severe depression and anxiety. There were a lot of times I would come home and just cry in his fur or hug him tight. I remember one night after a bad argument with a family member. I was hurting so badly and I just cried and cried into his side. I woke up the next morning with him right behind my head, paws wrapped around my forehead and chin resting on my temple. He was purring. He had spent the entire night trying to comfort me. He did that a lot afterwards. His favorite spot was to sleep right next to my face so I could hug him like a purring teddy bear. Sometimes he liked to sleep on my shoulder or hip when I was on my side. Either way, my Willis was always right next to me.
He was one of the few that kept me going, even when I almost attempted suicide. I couldn't leave him. And he realized how bad I was because he was bound and determined to be right on top of me. Things got better when I moved for a while. I started slowly recovering and he continued to provide his never-ending love, comfort, and support. This upgraded to pushing away or chewing on books while I was reading, licking my nose and sanding it down, and putting his butt right in my face while I was watching something. He would also sit on the table right next to me and meow at random hours to let me know that my faithful companion needed his kibble, and he needed it right meow!
When I moved again, he was still the same. Loving, supporting, and comforting. And hungry. Always hungry. But that changed roughly a week and some days ago. My Willis stopped eating his dry food. That didn't worry me too much because he sometimes did that. He would suddenly dislike his current kibble and Mommy would have to provide. So I went to the store, and because he was an old timer, I got him a highly recommended senior feed. I was comforted to see him take a few bites before sitting in his favorite spot right by my pillow.
The next day he refused to touch that food.
I was getting a little scared at this point. But again, I figured it was his Winter Blues. He got those. He would act funny whenever the weather changed, and he would eat after we got the heater in and warmed things up. I convinced him to eat some wet food, which he gobbled down, and felt better.
Then he started picking at his wet food. By this time it was Halloween. I noticed he wasn't using his litter box as much and he was struggling. He could urinate just fine, and I was getting water into him by putting it into his wet food, but he wasn't drinking. I got very scared and ended up calling the vet on Monday, right after Halloween. They had me bring him in the next day and looked him over. I was told he was an old kitty, and he was not constipated like I thought he was. He had bad teeth, much to my shame. I had never thought about brushing them like I should. He was also a bit dehydrated and obviously lacking enough food intake. They did some blood work, gave him a steroid shot, and, at my request, looked at his left ear which he had a habit of scratching at. I was shocked and horrified when they were able to swab out blood from his ear. I had cleaned it a few months prior because it was getting icky, but I had not drawn out blood. As anyone could imagine I was devastated when she told me it might be kidney disease but she wasn't sure, and she was very worried about the blood in his ear. As I drove him home, I had the nastiest feeling that I was about to lose my cat...
Still, I didn't want to believe he was going to leave me. I got home that day, went to work, and while I was working I began looking up kidney disease online. I discovered it was possible for a cat to live with it and still have good quality of life. I began mentally listing off everything I would need to get, and my family prepared to help me. However, that night as I was holding him in my arms, I noticed a new development that brought that nasty feeling right back. My cat was panting. Short, rapid, breaths. He didn't seem to be in any pain, and I could pick him up and cuddle him, but that breathing bothered me badly. I wondered if it was a side effect of the steroid and resolved to ask the vet tomorrow. I spent that night holding him as long as he would allow me, and listening for him as he moved to his other favorite spot on my chair. I could hear him in the dark, just panting. And I was very worried.
I had a lot of trouble falling asleep that night. I finally managed to, but I was woken up at around 6:30 Am by a more disturbing noise. I heard my cat thump to the floor and go over to the litter box. I heard him scratching, and I heard a weirder noise that sounded like our other cat, Ivy, was pawing at the door. It wasn't until Willis had jumped onto my bed in his usual attempt to come over to me that I realized he was making that noise. I turned the light on to see my cat gasping for air like he had just been running for hours. I immediately panicked and tried to pick him up. My cat pushed away from me and flopped by my pillow, still gasping, head hung, and eyes barely open.
It was at this point I knew my worst nightmare was about to happen. I was about to lose my beloved Goofy Willis. And it was the most painful thing I have ever experience. I watched as my baby, the most precious thing in the world to me, lay on my bed, reaching out to me with one paw and gasping for air. I called the vet and they immediately told me to bring him in. The entire way there I steeled myself. I knew it was time. I was going to lose my boy.
I brought him in his blanket, and the vet brought out his charts. And I got the worst news. Not kidney disease. My little boy...had Cancer.
The vet gave me a few options that might...MIGHT...buy my little boy a couple more months. She couldn't guarantee they would help, and she couldn't guarantee his quality of life. I had to make the hardest choice I have ever made in my life. I hugged my cat and looked into his sweet little face. I sang his song one last time to him and I watched as my cat fell asleep, finally at peace and out of pain.
I felt like I had, had my heart ripped from my chest.
I had originally planned to have him cremated so I could keep him in my room. But for some reason I couldn't bear to leave him at the vet's office. I carried my little boy out, brought him home, and my dad and sister very kindly helped me bury him in the garden so I could see him every day. It was hard, having to lay him to rest. I kept hoping he would open his eyes and meow at me. Or start purring. I kept hoping it would have been like that one time, where he was sleeping so deeply that he didn't wake up until I picked him up and held him. I kept hoping and hoping...but it didn't happen. And it grieved me so badly.
Maybe some people will say, he was just a cat. You could always get another one. But my Willis wasn't just a cat. He was my kid. He was my best friend. And he was the best, damn thing that ever happened to me. I have so many regrets right now. I wish I had brought him in the moment I noticed him scratching at his ear. I wish I had made regular check ups instead of being scared of the vet because I thought they would hurt him or I couldn't afford it. I wish I had brought him in the moment he stopped showing interest in his dry food. I wish, I wish, I wish. I wish I could have my baby back...
I'm never going to hear him sleeping next to me at night, or feel his paws wrapping around my arms. I am never going to be able to kiss his little nose and feel him giving me kisses right back. I am never going to be able to stare into his face and watch his eyes change from yellow to green, yellow, to green, yellow to green. I am never going to have his slow blink "I love you's" or hear him meow at me in the morning. No more purring. No more cuddles. No more Goofy Willis smiles. And most importantly, I am never going to have that bright little soul in my life, seeking out my love and offering it in return.
And that about killed me.
11/03/2021 at 9:05 Am. 8 days before my birthday. I lost the most important individual in my life. I hurt so badly for the first two days. I could hardly eat. I could barely sleep. And I cried, cried, cried. Grew numb. Then cried some more.
But, it is true that time heals all wounds. I still hurt today as I type this on 11/05/2021. But I have managed to overcome my grief enough to think about the good times with my little boy. I can look at his picture and smile, even though my heart still hurts and I still feel like crying. I don't carry so much guilt over my decision because I know it was the right one. I let him go because I didn't want him to suffer. And I know that he loved me just as much as I loved him. It pains me to think that he had to go because he was in so much pain, but at least I know he is at peace now.
I will eventually get another companion in my life. I can't function without a kitty. It's part of my depression. Willis was literally my grief counselor and I know I will need to get another furry doctor to love and hold and hopefully love me back like my boy did. But I am never going to find another Willis and I am not sure I will ever be able to love a cat as much as I loved him. I'm so grateful he was part of my life and I wish and hope with all my heart that he has crossed that rainbow road knowing his mommy loved him and only wanted what was best for him. I hope he is at peace and will occasionally look down at me. I also hope someday that I will get to see my dearest friend again. Until then...I love you Willis. Thank you so much for being part of my life, BugBug. You were the greatest cat ever.
To those of you who have read this and have recently or even not so recently lost a furry/scaley/feathery companion, I share your loss and pain. I hope you know your baby loved you so much and they hold no resentment. Their human companions have to make these tough decisions for them, and sometimes it is so hard, but they know they were loved. You remember that you were loved by a companion more faithful than any human and more loving. And you remember all the good times you had with them and all the love you gave them. That's what is keeping me moving and helping me recover from my own grief.
This dragon is in dedication to my beloved cat, Willis, who I have had the pleasure of having in my life for roughly around 15 years. When he was just a kitten, my sister and one of my friends found him outside. He had crawled onto our porch and ran into my sister's arms. She brought him in and I immediately joined in to get him fed, cleaned, and loved on. He was starving, had fleas, ticks, and mites, an ear infection, and a respiratory infection that affected his breathing just a tad for his entire life. The vet said if we had not brought him in, the very next day he would have died. My mom intended to make him an outside cat, but through lots of convincing and loving he ended up staying with me. My Willis was the sweetest and friendliest cat you could have ever hoped to meet. Our relationship started off with him resting against my chest and very gently chewing on my nose. If you have ever smelled a cat's breath while they have a respiratory infection it was probably the worst smell I have ever had, but I bore through it because this little ball of love was showing me affection. He turned from a small thin little thing, to a big healthy and happy boy. He wasn't as affectionate to other cats so he had to stay in my room, but as it turns out he never minded. His greatest joys were eating, sleeping on his leaf blanket, and sitting in his mommy's arms purring. He liked to wake me up in the middle of the night, roughly around 1:00 Am, because he decided he needed to eat. He liked to get the crinkliest loudest papers and toys and bat them around until I was forced to wake up. He also liked to get in my face and eat any food I happened to have. As it happens, I was a sucker and liked to share.
This beautiful boy also blessed me in a different way. I have severe depression and anxiety. There were a lot of times I would come home and just cry in his fur or hug him tight. I remember one night after a bad argument with a family member. I was hurting so badly and I just cried and cried into his side. I woke up the next morning with him right behind my head, paws wrapped around my forehead and chin resting on my temple. He was purring. He had spent the entire night trying to comfort me. He did that a lot afterwards. His favorite spot was to sleep right next to my face so I could hug him like a purring teddy bear. Sometimes he liked to sleep on my shoulder or hip when I was on my side. Either way, my Willis was always right next to me.
He was one of the few that kept me going, even when I almost attempted suicide. I couldn't leave him. And he realized how bad I was because he was bound and determined to be right on top of me. Things got better when I moved for a while. I started slowly recovering and he continued to provide his never-ending love, comfort, and support. This upgraded to pushing away or chewing on books while I was reading, licking my nose and sanding it down, and putting his butt right in my face while I was watching something. He would also sit on the table right next to me and meow at random hours to let me know that my faithful companion needed his kibble, and he needed it right meow!
When I moved again, he was still the same. Loving, supporting, and comforting. And hungry. Always hungry. But that changed roughly a week and some days ago. My Willis stopped eating his dry food. That didn't worry me too much because he sometimes did that. He would suddenly dislike his current kibble and Mommy would have to provide. So I went to the store, and because he was an old timer, I got him a highly recommended senior feed. I was comforted to see him take a few bites before sitting in his favorite spot right by my pillow.
The next day he refused to touch that food.
I was getting a little scared at this point. But again, I figured it was his Winter Blues. He got those. He would act funny whenever the weather changed, and he would eat after we got the heater in and warmed things up. I convinced him to eat some wet food, which he gobbled down, and felt better.
Then he started picking at his wet food. By this time it was Halloween. I noticed he wasn't using his litter box as much and he was struggling. He could urinate just fine, and I was getting water into him by putting it into his wet food, but he wasn't drinking. I got very scared and ended up calling the vet on Monday, right after Halloween. They had me bring him in the next day and looked him over. I was told he was an old kitty, and he was not constipated like I thought he was. He had bad teeth, much to my shame. I had never thought about brushing them like I should. He was also a bit dehydrated and obviously lacking enough food intake. They did some blood work, gave him a steroid shot, and, at my request, looked at his left ear which he had a habit of scratching at. I was shocked and horrified when they were able to swab out blood from his ear. I had cleaned it a few months prior because it was getting icky, but I had not drawn out blood. As anyone could imagine I was devastated when she told me it might be kidney disease but she wasn't sure, and she was very worried about the blood in his ear. As I drove him home, I had the nastiest feeling that I was about to lose my cat...
Still, I didn't want to believe he was going to leave me. I got home that day, went to work, and while I was working I began looking up kidney disease online. I discovered it was possible for a cat to live with it and still have good quality of life. I began mentally listing off everything I would need to get, and my family prepared to help me. However, that night as I was holding him in my arms, I noticed a new development that brought that nasty feeling right back. My cat was panting. Short, rapid, breaths. He didn't seem to be in any pain, and I could pick him up and cuddle him, but that breathing bothered me badly. I wondered if it was a side effect of the steroid and resolved to ask the vet tomorrow. I spent that night holding him as long as he would allow me, and listening for him as he moved to his other favorite spot on my chair. I could hear him in the dark, just panting. And I was very worried.
I had a lot of trouble falling asleep that night. I finally managed to, but I was woken up at around 6:30 Am by a more disturbing noise. I heard my cat thump to the floor and go over to the litter box. I heard him scratching, and I heard a weirder noise that sounded like our other cat, Ivy, was pawing at the door. It wasn't until Willis had jumped onto my bed in his usual attempt to come over to me that I realized he was making that noise. I turned the light on to see my cat gasping for air like he had just been running for hours. I immediately panicked and tried to pick him up. My cat pushed away from me and flopped by my pillow, still gasping, head hung, and eyes barely open.
It was at this point I knew my worst nightmare was about to happen. I was about to lose my beloved Goofy Willis. And it was the most painful thing I have ever experience. I watched as my baby, the most precious thing in the world to me, lay on my bed, reaching out to me with one paw and gasping for air. I called the vet and they immediately told me to bring him in. The entire way there I steeled myself. I knew it was time. I was going to lose my boy.
I brought him in his blanket, and the vet brought out his charts. And I got the worst news. Not kidney disease. My little boy...had Cancer.
The vet gave me a few options that might...MIGHT...buy my little boy a couple more months. She couldn't guarantee they would help, and she couldn't guarantee his quality of life. I had to make the hardest choice I have ever made in my life. I hugged my cat and looked into his sweet little face. I sang his song one last time to him and I watched as my cat fell asleep, finally at peace and out of pain.
I felt like I had, had my heart ripped from my chest.
I had originally planned to have him cremated so I could keep him in my room. But for some reason I couldn't bear to leave him at the vet's office. I carried my little boy out, brought him home, and my dad and sister very kindly helped me bury him in the garden so I could see him every day. It was hard, having to lay him to rest. I kept hoping he would open his eyes and meow at me. Or start purring. I kept hoping it would have been like that one time, where he was sleeping so deeply that he didn't wake up until I picked him up and held him. I kept hoping and hoping...but it didn't happen. And it grieved me so badly.
Maybe some people will say, he was just a cat. You could always get another one. But my Willis wasn't just a cat. He was my kid. He was my best friend. And he was the best, damn thing that ever happened to me. I have so many regrets right now. I wish I had brought him in the moment I noticed him scratching at his ear. I wish I had made regular check ups instead of being scared of the vet because I thought they would hurt him or I couldn't afford it. I wish I had brought him in the moment he stopped showing interest in his dry food. I wish, I wish, I wish. I wish I could have my baby back...
I'm never going to hear him sleeping next to me at night, or feel his paws wrapping around my arms. I am never going to be able to kiss his little nose and feel him giving me kisses right back. I am never going to be able to stare into his face and watch his eyes change from yellow to green, yellow, to green, yellow to green. I am never going to have his slow blink "I love you's" or hear him meow at me in the morning. No more purring. No more cuddles. No more Goofy Willis smiles. And most importantly, I am never going to have that bright little soul in my life, seeking out my love and offering it in return.
And that about killed me.
11/03/2021 at 9:05 Am. 8 days before my birthday. I lost the most important individual in my life. I hurt so badly for the first two days. I could hardly eat. I could barely sleep. And I cried, cried, cried. Grew numb. Then cried some more.
But, it is true that time heals all wounds. I still hurt today as I type this on 11/05/2021. But I have managed to overcome my grief enough to think about the good times with my little boy. I can look at his picture and smile, even though my heart still hurts and I still feel like crying. I don't carry so much guilt over my decision because I know it was the right one. I let him go because I didn't want him to suffer. And I know that he loved me just as much as I loved him. It pains me to think that he had to go because he was in so much pain, but at least I know he is at peace now.
I will eventually get another companion in my life. I can't function without a kitty. It's part of my depression. Willis was literally my grief counselor and I know I will need to get another furry doctor to love and hold and hopefully love me back like my boy did. But I am never going to find another Willis and I am not sure I will ever be able to love a cat as much as I loved him. I'm so grateful he was part of my life and I wish and hope with all my heart that he has crossed that rainbow road knowing his mommy loved him and only wanted what was best for him. I hope he is at peace and will occasionally look down at me. I also hope someday that I will get to see my dearest friend again. Until then...I love you Willis. Thank you so much for being part of my life, BugBug. You were the greatest cat ever.
To those of you who have read this and have recently or even not so recently lost a furry/scaley/feathery companion, I share your loss and pain. I hope you know your baby loved you so much and they hold no resentment. Their human companions have to make these tough decisions for them, and sometimes it is so hard, but they know they were loved. You remember that you were loved by a companion more faithful than any human and more loving. And you remember all the good times you had with them and all the love you gave them. That's what is keeping me moving and helping me recover from my own grief.
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