|Willie in his late teens.|
|Willie at the wedding.|
|Willie soaking up the summer sun on our honeymoon.|
|His last picture, and the last time he stood up. I had to prop him up. He isn't happy.|
I know I made the right decision, but it still hurt.
I guess it’s kind of tough to stop thinking about Willie. Strange noises around the house keep reminding me of his little distinctions. ...