Qwill passed away on Monday. He was 18 years old and my mum’s constant companion. Like all Siamese, he was determined to have his own way all the time.
We will miss the way:
Qwill dominated the house. The arm of the sofa and the right side of my mum’s bed is HIS, and will likely remain so for some time to come.
Qwill was never afraid of anything: not moving house, noise, storms, dogs - anything. His companion Annie though looks tough but is a bit of a coward.
Qwill would greet guests at the door with a loud YARGLE YOW! and then sit by the door, fix them with a beady eye, and shout YARGLE YOW when he decided it was time for them to go home.
Qwill would demand to have his fish hand-fed when he was feeling a little low because the attention made him feel like an emperor.
Qwill would purr with a seriously rusty purr that vibrated his whole body. If Qwill did something, he really threw his heart into it.
Qwill was always there for mum, through good times and bad. In fact, he was so there for her that she tripped over him at least twice a day.
Qwill leaving has left us all heartbroken.
Qwill is on top, which figures!, and that is Annie below.