I used to have a dog, his name was Mr. Arthur Peter Will (with a French pronunciation) a.k.a Willie Willington a.k.a Mr. Peter Phil or Bill, but more easily self-recognized by the name of Will, Arthur, or Philippe (with a French pronunciation).
He was a giant Yorkshire, which is rare, and he had a glorious mustache cooler than the one of your cat (screw your cat, btw), and he died of natural causes at the noble age of 21.
Jk, we had to euthanize him because he kept crying for like 3 days and the vet said "yeah, there is nothing we can do".

Rip Mr. Peter Feel. I'll never forget you.