July 25th 2011 3:53 pm
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First- the entry was found, on AnnaBelle's page. This is what I get for having humans post for me at 4am. MOL!
Tomorrow 7/26/11 it will have been 2 years since I left for the bridge. This oldtimer thought it was time to put up some more pictures so I asked AnnaBelle to get her mommy to do it. My headstone picture will be up as the main one this week, but on the subsequent pages we have added more pictures that we have found. I invite you to take a look.
You can see in the last picture that was taken in June 2009 (It may have been the last picture taken of me actually) - that I looked pretty rough towards the end. I actually lost more hair on my tail and got skinnier before I left just a few short weeks later.
On one paw it seems like it all happend just yesterday and on the other paw it seems like its been many many years that I have been here at the bridge. I know I have made some amazing friends since I have been here.
The hard thing is that on days like today AnnaBelle's mommy cannot help but wish that she had known what she does now 3 years ago. She still somethings thinks that maybe if she found out sooner she could have saved me, or at least extended my good years so the end would not have been like it was.
She knows she should not feel guilty, I tell her not to, AnnaBelle tells her not to, even her catster friends tell her not to, but on days like today- I doubt there is any stopping that nagging feeling. Ill just have to fly down and give some extra comfort to my family this week. I am very happy here on my oldtimer cloud, but I miss my family very much too, so the visit will be nice.
I have already visited Misty and AnnaBelle, and have played with them. I got AnnaBelle all rialed up and she was having a blast this weekend. We even played chase. I won- becuase I used my wings. She said it wasnt fair, and the humans just laughed and laughed at the antics they were watching as Misty and AnnaBelle zoomed around the house for the few hours I was there.
So if you are going to remember me, remember that even as an oldtimer I loved to play, and loved my catnip. I could purr for hours, and loved to lay on my humans and purr on them when they felt bad, sad, angry, happy, or anything else really. I healed thier sickeness with my purrs. we napped together routinly. I would make them take a break from the computer by standing infront of the monitor for petting. I loved to sun myself in the window or lay ontop of the computer tower. I could still run and leap, even at my oldtimer age. I was beutiful, to the very end. I had the sweetest meow, and while I mostly talked quietly I could really yell at you if I needed to. I could tell you if the person you brought home was a good or bad one. You could tell by my body language if I liked someone and If I really hated them I would make sure everyone knew it. There was such a thing as "passing the whispers test" for friends - and anyone who wanted to be more than friends must pass it.
I am the old timer, I am Whispers. Remember me as I was the best- a kitten trapped in an an old kitty's body.
I love you, my furry and furrless family and friends. You mean the world to me, thanks for standing besides me, and my family.
The oldtimer, at the bridge.
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You and I might as well share the same mommy Whispers. We died of the same awful disease and our mommies feel the same way about it. And it's true, days like this are inconsolable. Can't say as I blame them. If it were the other way around, I'd probably be the same way. Come my friend...let's go have a catnip malt and have some girl talk.
In the meantime, I'm sending your momma many, many sandpaper kisses and purrs. Hope she gets them. We love you all too, very much.
Sending lots of love and hugs to a beautiful angel friend.
Sending your Mom lots of kisses, hugs and purrs of comfort.