Whiskey-Lee (In Loving Memory)

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Picture of Whiskey-Lee (In Loving Memory), a male Domestic Long Hair

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"January 6, 2008. Can you believe how lucky I am?"

Home:Yucaipa, CA  [I have a diary!]  
Sex: Male
Skiing with Tiger the day before the wedding.  Isn

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"Skiing with Tiger the day before the wedding. Isn't she gorgeous? She looks like a model! I'm such a lucky cat!"

I am engaged to the lovely Tiger, she has made me so happy!

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"I am engaged to the lovely Tiger, she has made me so happy!"

November 23, 2007 is Purrs For Shelby Day.  Please purr for my brofur, we don

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"November 23, 2007 is Purrs For Shelby Day. Please purr for my brofur, we don't want to lose him. Please purr as hard as you can!"

Whiskey and Tiger Furrever!

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"Whiskey and Tiger Furrever!"

Our Wedding Invitation to Efffurykitty

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"Our Wedding Invitation to Efffurykitty"

The ring I

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"The ring I've chosen for my lovely fiance Tiger. I looked high and low, but could not find one that matched her beauty"

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He was just a baby here

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"He was just a baby here"

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Whiskey, Big Fluffy, Gentle Giant, The Walking Couch, Biggie

Arrival Story:
He was my first born, and the Patriarch of my fur family. Shortly after we met, he literally saved my life. I'd been partying my life away for way too long. As my love for him grew, I realized that the partying was not as important as my concern for what could happen to him, if something happened to me. He had everything to do with teaching me about love, caring, and responsibility. He loved me, and he did as much as a cat can do to protect me. His loyalty to me was unmatched by any cat I've ever known, or any other member of my fur family. I recall a time when a couple that I knew needed a place to stay for the night, and I loaned them my couch. Whiskey-Lee, who normally slept on the bed with me, slept that night with his body stretched across the doorway to my bedroom. Anytime I had company he would get right in the middle, and stay close by my side. He was never affectionate to anyone but me, but he was not unfriendly either. He was well respected by my fur family members. He didn't have an aggressive bone in his body, but didn't take any crap either. He was one of those cats that only come along once in a lifetime, if that. He loved to lay on his back, belly up. During the summer, when our upstairs apartment was really hot, he'd lay belly up right in front of the fan, with his fur blowing in the breeze. I could write a book on the memories that make me smile.

His death on December 22 of 2006, came as a shock to me. He'd always been the picture of health. He got diarrhea from some antibiotics for an infected tooth, and the vet was not able to stop the diarrhea, and vomiting that followed. Over the course of two weeks, he became a shadow of his former self, and suddenly then he was gone. Left in a state of total shock, sometimes I actually have to remind myself that he's gone. I have photos of him everywhere, and I talk to him as if he were still here. I used to sing a silly little song to him, and I still do.

Forums Motto:
I married Tiger on 1/6/08

The Last Forum I Posted In:
Tally and Tigger are getting married TODAY!

Whiskey-Lee loved his brother Shelby. For many years, it had been just Whiskey, Shelby, and I living peacefully by ourselves. I loved seeing their two faces, pressed against the window watching for me to return home from work. Later on, because I worked in cat rescue, I would overwhelm our apartment with rescues, and life wouldn't be the same. Whiskey and Shelby handled it well though, they were always the alpha cats, and no one messed with them. Shelby is chronically ill now, and has been for a year, lasting a lot longer than the vet thought he would. Not in my wildest dreams did I ever think that Whiskey would beat him to the bridge. Honestly, I don't know what I'll do when Shelby dies. I just can't imagine my life without either of them in it.


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I've Been On Catster Since:
August 28th 2007 More than 9 years!

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for 3461 days

Meet my family
Shelby... I
loved you so
ken suddenly
nly an angel
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Gem (In Loving
(9/26/1993 -
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8/3/08 -
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My New life, Over The Rainbow

OMICAT! Gem! Is it really you!! Farley! Is that you- buddy?!!!

November 19th 2007 12:24 pm
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I was scared as I went through the long dark tunnel. Suddenly, I appeared before the most beautiful Bridge, and a rainbow so lovely, you couldn't even imagine it unless you were here to see it.

I heard somefurone calling my name. I squinted my eyes. The voice sounded familiar. It was GEM!!!....and FARLEY!!!! I wouldn't be alone after all. It was just like Mom had promised me before I died.


IT WAS DECEMBER 22nd, 2006

November 19th 2007 12:20 pm
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Mom took off a little time from work after she picked me up from the hospital. She only worked a half day, and sent my Step Dad on some of her petsitting jobs. The night I died, she brought a TV into the bathroom with me. There was a Barbara Walters special on the TV about whether or not Heaven really exists. We watched it together, and we talked about it. She sat with me until I took my final breath around 10:45 that evening.



November 19th 2007 12:17 pm
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Golly gee, was Mom ever busy! She was working at the Holiday Hotel For Cats, a Los Angeles boarding facility just for cats. It was a pretty cool place, the boarders were not stuck all day in cages, but rather could walk about the enclosed patios during the day. I'd been there a few times myself while Mom was working, for one reason or another.

It was the holidays, so the facility was filled to capacity and then some. Mom was working long days there, and 7 days a week, like she did every holiday season. Now if that wasn't bad enough, she always took on outside petsitting jobs during that time as well, so she was gone 20 hours or more a day, running home in between to check on us, then right back out the door, and barely catching a catnap now and then. It particularly hard for her that year because Shelby had recently been diagnosed with CRF.

I don't blame her for not taking my sudden illness that seriously. I wasn't eating as much, and she noticed I had an inflammed tooth. After a trip to the vet, I got my bloodwork analysed. I was in great shape, aside from a bit of diarrhea thought to be from the antibiotic for my inflammed tooth. The diarrhea got worse and worse over the next few days. Mom couldn't deal with it, she was so busy, so she dropped me off at the vet, and called several times a day to check on me. It seems they couldn't control the diarrhea, and now vomiting also, so they told her to come and get me.....and that I was going to die!!! Mom was shocked, and in disbelief. To make a long story short, 2 days later I left for the Rainbow Bridge.

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