You were a gift from a special friend of mine back when I was in college.
I remember once saying that I wanted a cute black panther. I had a short obsession with them at the time, and then came my friend Lojie, who had lots of cats.
Lojie used to visit my house often because we were very close back then, along with our other friend, Wana. The three of us were a trio. One day, she told me she had a cute gift for me and arrived carrying a paper bag.
When I opened it, I saw the cutest little black kitten. His whiskers were uneven, some short, some long, and I laughed so hard when Lojie told me the story behind it. Apparently, his whiskers got a little burned because her father was setting up a fire, and the curious little kitten went too close to sniff it. And that was how his name came to be: Whiskey.
Whiskey was my very first cat. I admit I was not the perfect furmom, but I learned so much from taking care of him. In his own little way, he took care of me too, with his tiny paws, loving eyes, and the comfort he brought into my life. He made everything a whole lot better.
He became our familyβs first cat, and he was loved by everyone. My grandma and my mom loved him so much. He used to sleep on the same bed with us, and I still remember my mom tucking him in, placing pillows and a blanket around him just to make him comfortable.
My lola even found her own way of calling Whiskey. No matter how far he was, he would come out and go home, especially when it was time to eat.
He was the sweetest boy. I have always believed that he loved me, that he loved us. I could always see it in his eyes. As I would say when looking at Whiskeyβs photos, βThe eyes, chico. They never lie.β
I love you, and I always will. You will forever be in my heart. You will never be forgotten, my love.
Fly high. ποΈ
