In Honor of Willa Light. 5/2/12-6/10/24 “Little Willie” she was often called. She had these clear, deep dark brown eyes. On day one riding home, she turned and looked right up into my eyes like she didn’t know where we were going, but she was pretty sure it would be great. Willa was first and foremost a people person. If she met you as a puppy along her two daily walks from her first day with us till her last day of her 12 years, she never forgot you. She definitely had her favorite human friends. To the rest of the world, she was a quiet, sweet observer. She could often be seen at her very full toy box mulling over which one to grab. She loved a new squeaker, but it was usually just one or two favorites she’d pick … a bear or a frog. After dinner or an extra afternoon play period she’d run like the wind squeak, squeak, squeak. Her best trick she learned with her dad, her chosen person. With two tennis balls, one in her mouth and the other she swatted with her paw and watched it fly across the room. But don’t try to take “her” ball because that wasn’t part of the game. Your role was to chase the swatted tennis ball as she happily bounced along behind you. And the game began again. So many stories to tell over her 12 years with us. For me it was simple. She always greeted me at the door. On her not so good days she’d wait for me in her bed by the door, on good days she could barely contain her excitement at the threshold. Instinctively she recognized my car sound as I came down the street. We fell in love with her from the start, and we love her still. “We so miss you little Willie!” We’ll be at that rainbow bridge along with 5 older furry others you’ll get to meet. Her people… Love…. the 4 grannies. Your neighbor friends and dad and mom…Gary and Gail Light