by The Mom
My husband knew that my daughter wanted a kitten. She wanted a long-haired kitten. They are hard to find when you want it for free. My husband is a truck driver and is all over all the time. He was at a warehouse in Denver, Co when he saw a note on the bulletin board for the workers that worked there. He called the number and the lady lived two blocks away.
She brought the kittens, he picked one, she gave him the carrier to take with him and off he went tending to this kitten all the way home.
My husband called him shotgun Willy. It just sounded right. Shotgun is when another person is riding in the passenger seat of a semitruck as it delivers its loads.
We had him for about almost two years. My daughter had to go away for almost a year of that time and asked about her Willy everytime I called her. I got more attached than she did.
Then he got sick. It was a urinary tract infection. It is more serious for animals/cats than it is for us. We gave him antibiotics for months. The vet says that sometimes it happens that it just won't go away.
So... I had to put Willy to sleep. It was awful. The vet that we see doesn't have the facilities to take care of them afterwards so I brought Willy home and my husband helped me bury him.
Oh! It was so awful. I cried for days... I thought I was silly. For Pete's sake I am an adult already.