Hey y'all! HillWilliam here
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aka Bill. My partner is DUer HillbillyBob, aka Rob. We live way out in the sticks in central NC. Rob hasn't been on DU much in the last year, but he'll be back soon. We spent most of last year putting him in and getting him back out of hospital, lather-rinse-repeat. I'm glad to report he's finally doing much better -- spent the whole day up, the first in a couple of years.
The love and support from DU meant a great deal to us. Your good thoughts and energy carried us through some really tough days. We both want y'all to know how much it's appreciated.
Here's a link to our farm blog. I've been remiss in keeping it updated, but that's us and our furkids.
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I've seen a lot of sad posts lately of beloved furkids crossing the Rainbow Bridge. One of the many hats I wear is Animal Companion Chaplain. No religion, no charge, I'm just someone who cares about animals and the humans who love them.
All-too often, humans don't take another person's loss of a dear friend seriously just because that friend happened to have four paws instead of two feet. In truth, the grief is no less.
All y'all got Rob and me through the last year. If you've lost a furkid, don't be afraid to PM me. We've plenty of love to give back.
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Hey Bill! 
You getting those big storms tonight? Send a few eastward - Raleigh needs a bit of rain!
We're going green and heirloom. I've got the beans all switched over. This pic is from a year ago, but the area I'm working is about the same. I added another 20 feet at the far end.
Yes, buddy, as deep as our roots go into NC soil, there is no doubt we're kin somewhere along the line. You know what a "branch cousin" is, right?
I was thinking about him just the other day. This is great to hear. 
Give him one of these for me tonight, yes?
the hug. Hugs back!
I enjoyed your posts today! You've got an awesome sense of humor. 
Welcome back!
You are one of the wittiest posters around these parts. Pleased to make your acquaintance.
You are so right about losing our furfriends. I still get all misty when I think about the dear cat I lost almost two years ago. Fortunately my "new' cat keeps me mentally occupied most of the time I am at home.
Your handle brings back some good childhood memories. My dad sorta rode the wave from HiFi (he sold and maintained commercial systems back in the 50s) to TV. At one time he owned a few stores that comprised Curtis-Mathes's highest seller in South Florida. I spent my earliest years listening to vinyl, watching him dance cha-cha in the livingroom, LPs playing on a hunk of equipment the size of a small chest freezer. That is, if we weren't in his HAM shack.
No wonder I'm a geek
I love cats, but as I have the girldoggies that kind of competition won't fly with them. Two are eldergirls, one I adopted as an elder who got too old and inconvenient for her former family. I could never leave a friend like her behind; she's so sweet and big-hearted. When you adopt an elder, you know your time together is pretty short, so you tend to make the very most of it.
My first cat, rescued from a no-kill shelter in '05 was an older kitty who had lived outside for several Minnesota winters. He lost all of one ear and half of the other to frostbite. The foster said I was the first person to call about him in the year she'd had him. 
At that minute I knew he was the cat for me. We were roomies for five years and two weeks to the day. The vet said he was probably about 16 when his kidneys conked out and he had to cross the Rainbow Bridge. That was the worst day of my adult life. Max had been with me through the worst times and always been there to snuggle, purr and just be there.
A couple of months later I went back to the shelter looking for a new cat. One was leaving to his new home, another was skittish, but this big ol' Turkish Van boy just kept following me around. He looked like Max if Max had been a feline bodybuilder - all 17 lbs of him. I finally gave in, and took him home. He had picked me out as soon as he saw me I think. He's also an older cat, but didn't lead the hard life Max did and has a lot more cattitude. I wound up calling him Butch cos he looks like a cat version of one of those bulldogs from Tom and Jerry cartoons that were always called Butch.
