Below is the caption for this piece that I originally wrote on my personal art insta @ phoenixnowherebound, after Willie died.

I wanted to depict him as a train rider because Abby used to and because I still do and because Abby loves hobo culture. And anyway it just fits.

not perfect but I'm still happy with it.

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Rest in peace, Mr. Wilson. You were such a good dog.

Willie was my friend Abby’s dog. Beloved by all who met him, he was a friendly and mellow beagle mix who (literally) wandered into her life once upon a time and tagged along for many adventures. Often laying at her feet while she busked, he was gentle, sweet, and loving. He was afraid of thunderstorms and would noticeably tremble when he heard them. He would also howl very proudly whenever sirens were blaring.

He wore a funny little grin when feeling content, would gently march his front paws while awaiting attention or treats, and could leap his round body surprisingly high in the air (like a kangaroo in a dog costume). And of course nudge you with his nose quite assertively when he needed more attention.

He was mellow among most humans and other animals but would confidently check any young dog who didn’t know how to mind their manners. He had an insatiable hunger for treats, chicken especially, and more than once he had stolen my own food when I left it unattended for even a moment. He was far too lovable to get upset with.

He lived a wonderfully spoiled life.

I met Willie when I met Abby through a mutual friend a few years ago while she was playing spoons in Asheville. I spent some time at Abby’s house since then, and Willie was always good company. He and I would sit on top of the picnic table in Abby’s backyard. More than once I had been crying and he leaned into me to let me know I wasn’t alone. He even heard me once and came from another room to comfort me. I cried when we almost lost him and I haven’t been able to cry since I heard he died. But I’m getting tears writing this.

So much more could be said I’m sure. You had to know him; he was so good. So sweet. Always happy to see me when I visited. Just a real good dog. I’ll miss him dearly. It won’t be the same next time I visit Abby’s house. Maybe I’ll finally get to cry for him then.

I drew this fantastical depiction of Willie on a grainer. He was no train rider but his companion was, and her house is hobo themed so I figured I’d make this for her.

I loved Willie. Ah, now here come the tears.