Remembering Willo: My Hyperactive, Affectionate Cat
Disclaimer: This is from my sister’s point of view. Willo was our cat, and this is her reflection on the loss.
I’ve been taking care of Willo for seven months, and in that time, she grew into such a unique and special cat. She was hyperactive, affectionate, and always in motion—bumping into things, climbing onto everything for attention, and headbutting me with all her love. Her personality reminded me so much of Ruffy, our old cat who passed in 2017, and I loved how different she was from other cats.
Sadly, Willo was hit by a car. My mom broke the news to me when we came home from church. I went over to my grandpa to ask which cat had died, and he told me it was my cat. I immediately broke down—I just couldn’t believe it. My brother and I went outside to make sure it was really Willo. My mom gave me a little hope by suggesting we check for ourselves, but when we saw she wasn’t there, my grandpa confirmed once more that it was her who had died. I went to my room and cried so much that I ended up with a headache, my head throbbing in pain. After some time, I went on Snapchat and looked at pictures of her, and I started crying again. It’s just been a lot of crying. I eventually pulled myself together and took some pictures. My brother asked how I was feeling, and I told him I was hurt—and then I cried again. Every time she’s brought up, I tear up. I’m just so hurt right now; I can’t believe she’s gone. I didn’t get to say goodbye the way I wanted. I miss the way she’d race to meet me, her loud meows when she was hungry, and the way she’d always want to be near me—even when she didn’t like being held. I loved watching her grow and learning her quirks, like how she’d nudge my hand for more affection or play with anything that moved. I thought I’d get to see her reach adulthood, maybe even become a mother one day, but now those dreams will never come true.
I feel like a part of me is still in denial, hoping she’ll come racing around the corner, meowing for attention. The house feels so quiet without her. I miss her so much.
If you’ve lost a cat you loved, I’d love to hear your story You can post your cat picture if you like ❤️
Disclaimer: This is from my sister’s point of view. Willo was our cat, and this is her reflection on the loss.
I’ve been taking care of Willo for seven months, and in that time, she grew into such a unique and special cat. She was hyperactive, affectionate, and always in motion—bumping into things, climbing onto everything for attention, and headbutting me with all her love. Her personality reminded me so much of Ruffy, our old cat who passed in 2017, and I loved how different she was from other cats.
Sadly, Willo was hit by a car. My mom broke the news to me when we came home from church. I went over to my grandpa to ask which cat had died, and he told me it was my cat. I immediately broke down—I just couldn’t believe it. My brother and I went outside to make sure it was really Willo. My mom gave me a little hope by suggesting we check for ourselves, but when we saw she wasn’t there, my grandpa confirmed once more that it was her who had died. I went to my room and cried so much that I ended up with a headache, my head throbbing in pain. After some time, I went on Snapchat and looked at pictures of her, and I started crying again. It’s just been a lot of crying. I eventually pulled myself together and took some pictures. My brother asked how I was feeling, and I told him I was hurt—and then I cried again. Every time she’s brought up, I tear up. I’m just so hurt right now; I can’t believe she’s gone. I didn’t get to say goodbye the way I wanted. I miss the way she’d race to meet me, her loud meows when she was hungry, and the way she’d always want to be near me—even when she didn’t like being held. I loved watching her grow and learning her quirks, like how she’d nudge my hand for more affection or play with anything that moved. I thought I’d get to see her reach adulthood, maybe even become a mother one day, but now those dreams will never come true.
I feel like a part of me is still in denial, hoping she’ll come racing around the corner, meowing for attention. The house feels so quiet without her. I miss her so much.
If you’ve lost a cat you loved, I’d love to hear your story You can post your cat picture if you like ❤️