OT -- In Memory of Whiskey.
As many of you know, I had the little sweet black cat named Whiskey. He passed away on July 20th. I found him curled up in his bed that morning. He didn't give me much of a warning, although he had been at the vet just three weeks prior that for his round of shots, and he had lost a pound. That isn't good for a little cat, plus he had breathing issues, which is why he needed the shots frequently. I spent the last day brushing him on the deck and he seemed very content. He did not eat those last two days, but did drink water, I was concerned that he was not eating. It was hot and I just didn't know what was going on. I did try to spoon feed him his favorite food, and he ate a few bites. He was very sweet and I am very sad. I buried him in the front gardens and made a little area for him.
I had him almost three years. He had been twice rescued. and this second time the vet suggested that I just put him to sleep because of all his issues, but I didn't want to do that and decided to take care of him. I rescued him the first time and found a home for him, but that lady was not able to care for him due to his medical issues, so I brought him to my house and got him the medical care he needed. Whiskey loved being in the gardens and he was a joy to have around.
He got along really well with the other cats and enjoyed people. He was super friendly. He liked to play with Babe, the little orange cat, that he took under his wing.
I just wish I had known, but I am glad that I had spent time with him. He was almost 10 years old. I know he truly enjoyed his last few years here with me, and I have to keep thinking about that, rather than be sad. Cindy