Billy Died in 2004

Billy.  A beautiful half-Siamese, street-bred feral, lived under our porch and bonded first with our terrier, then with us.  For eight months, he stayed outside.  I was allergic; he was afraid.  When we walked the dog, Billy was beside her.  In November, we brought him in.   Billy was intensely loving, a serious guy, never playful.  My allergies subsided.  Billy learned a little English.  We were astounded, then privileged.  Our terrier died  and Billy wailed, grieving.  Bob held him and rocked him.  Billy knew things, and whoever he was, he was more than a cat.  After five years, he died.  We will miss him forever.