My beloved Whiskey Lee, the Patriarch of the Smith Family Furgang, my savior from the madness that defined my life in those early days. I put him through a lot during his 14 plus years. Losing him suddenly was a crushing blow, from which it's hard to recover. December 22, 2006 it's 9:45 p.m., and I wonder how can this be? In utter shock, and disbelief, I hand him back to his creator following a brief and unexplained illness. It's different without you "Big Fluffy", empty.
He loved playing with the feather
Before I met Whiskey Lee, I hadn't a care in the world. You might say I only thought about myself. He taught me everything I know about responsibility, love, and caring. He was my best buddy and protector, a buffer between me and the world.
He was one of the biggest cats I'd ever seen
I never even thought about Whiskey's mortality. Only two weeks earlier he was running as fast as he could from one end of the house to the other, as he would often do. It used to amaze me, that for his age, he had so much energy. He'd always been the picture of health. Never in my wildest dreams did I think he'd go down the way he did, without warning.
The memorial garden
Whiskey was never happier than during the brief period in which we'd moved to the country. The sparkle in his eyes, and the spring in his step, I'd never see again. I doubt that he ever forgave me for moving back to Los Angeles, but it couldn't be helped at the time. I made a promise to him then that I'd figure out a way to get us back to the country one day. Nearly 8 years later, I finally did. Sadly, in a cruel twist of fate, he would leave me just two months before I was able to keep my promise. I can only hope he's here with me in spirit. I've scattered his ashes in a memorial garden I'm planting just for him. I hope he's giving me a thumbs up.
I miss him so much
The days surrounding his death were so hectic, and passed by so fast, that sometimes, for just a little while, I can almost "forget" that he's gone. Then when I remember, I tell myself, "Whiskey's gone, Whiskey's dead". Sometimes I'll remember when I'm driving in the car, or maybe shopping in a store, and I just start crying, and I repeat it over and over in my head, that "Whiskey's gone", yet still it remains incomprehensible.
I wish I had thought to take more photos of him, expecially in his golden years. It occurs to me that I have no photos of him taken in the last house in which he would live, and worse than that, none of he and I together. Now I make certain I take plenty of photos and videos of his brother Shelby in our new country home, and I embrace each and every day as if it were our last. You just never know, in the twinkling of an eye, God can call you home. So here it is, more than six months have passed since Whiskey left, and I'm back to work on his pages because it somehow helps to relieve the pain. I'm doing a bit better these days, taking care of Whiskey's brother Shelby, who is old and chronically ill. I try my best to hang on to the best memories of way back, when it was just the three of us together.
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I composed a song today
In memory of our love,
The words they came so easily
As if from Heaven above.
I sang it to the sky,
And wondered if you heard,
It seemed to echo sweetly,
In the warbling of a bird.
I walked and sang alone
Pretending you were near,
The song was just for you,
I wonder did you hear?
Copyright Marian Jones 2002
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I hope you will take the time to visit some of our other pages where you will find more photos, and even videos. Some pages are works in progress. Working on them here has been the only thing that keeps me feeling close to my sweet boy.
Thank you Diane for making the special Memorial Graphic for my Whiskey-Lee. I'm sure he's sending purrs your way.
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