My beloved Willie (the Cat) was born sometime in 1989. I literally ran
into (over) him during his misspent youth as a farm cat who lost eight of
his nine lives under the right front wheel of my Dodge Van (I was heading
to work, Willie was heading out of a cornfield and across the road). The
Van=1. Willie=0. Willie went to the vet, came home with me, and we were
fast friends until something killed him on July 12, 1991 - the night he
didn't come home. And he *always* came home. We found his little body
five days later - might have been hit by a car and dragged himself up to
our barn. I will never forget you, Willie. You were the most wonderful
kitty I ever knew. Buddhist legend says pets are in their last
reincarnation before becoming human. I'll look for you, babe. If not
here, then in the Summerland by the Rainbow Bridge.
And STAY AWAY FROM CARS, DAMMIT!
Your devoted human - Rainey.