Willie was a loyal, cheery little companion who loved all people and had a special talent for greeting anyone who seemed to be homeless or lost. I always figured he wanted to do that because he’d been there himself.
Here’s a photo of Willie in his prairie garden only a few days before Dr. Christine helped him on his way. He might have been 17 years old — he was a rescue found running loose, and nobody knew for sure. He loved the prairie garden and it was the true home I made for him.
I’m grateful he had such a gentle and peaceful passing yesterday afternoon.
From: Mary Pulliam