Willie wasn't just a dog to us, he was like a brother. And when he died, apart of our family died with him. He lived a long, happy life of 16 years but he was taken from us due to stomach cancer. I'm thankful everyday for having him in my life for as long as I did. There's not a day that goes by that I don't think about him. I know that nothing can live forever, but I always thought Willie would. He's still very much alive in all of our memories. I just hope he knows that we loved him more than anything, and will always remember what a brother and friend he was to us.

We miss you Willie.