It was a very sad day, on July 20th, Whiskey my garden helper, passed away.
He was twice rescued, and I was determined to give him a good life. Whiskey was sick, and had medical issues. I took him to the vet on a regular basis, as he needed frequent meds, etc. I was told that he would not live a normal long cat life, and it was suggested that I just have him put to sleep. I couldn’t do it, and made a commitment to give him what he needed to be comfortable, and he certainly was.
Whiskey enjoyed playing on the patio, and exploring the lake and gardens. He never wandered far away, staying close to the house.
Whiskey lived for about three more years past the time that it was suggested that he be put down. I try to be positive about my experience with him. I know that he enjoyed his extended time and lived every moment to the fullest. He was never in want of food, water, comfort, or entertainment.
Whiskey got along well with other cats, and he especially enjoyed being around people, in spite of his early experience. I spent the last day with him, on the deck brushing him, not knowing that was his last day. I found him that next morning curled up in his bed, no longer alive. He didn’t suffer, but I knew something was up, as he had stopped eating his food the day before. His last trip to the vet, just three weeks ago, was uneventful, other than noting that he had lost a pound. Not a good thing for a small cat. I just didn’t know his time would be so short. He was a good cat, very sweet, and never caused any trouble.
He just enjoyed everything in the gardens. It was a nice change for him. He loved the lake and often went out on the paddle boat, something the other cats have never done. Perhaps he wanted to go for a ride?
He did a good job of catching mice and moles. He was a great hunter! He was about ten years old and did live longer than what was expected. Whisk is buried in the front gardens, and I do miss seeing his sweet face and hearing his quiet meow.
I can tell that Babe misses him. They had spent the last winter in the garage with heated mats and each other for company.
I will miss him for sure. Good bye sweet Whiskey.