Willow was a bruiser of a Siamese cross.
He got hit by a taxi when he was about a year old and lost a leg.
He was abandoned by his owners as they moved house and was adopted by my cousin who had found him limping in the street.
He looked grumpy and was until he was about 15.
He collected ticks from the garden, harvested fleas, lost teeth.
He had a prime position, in the warmth, in the kitchen.
Woe betide you if you moved him.
There are photos, but the memories are better.
