Author: Marie

My dear Mikey, l don’t know what to say. I had to put you to sleep Sunday. My baby it was such a hard choice to make, but you were so very sick. I know you were in so much pain and l couldn’t let you suffer. I know you came to me as a stray and stayed with me for quite sometime. We had allot of years together baby. I do love you and l will miss combing you as l know how much you loved it.

 

My Big Boy Wiskas. I love you Wiskas and l thought you would get better. I had hoped so much for that. I just didn’t want you to go Wiskas. You were so pretty and such a good cat. I use to call you Marilyn sometimes because you had a little black beauty mark at the bottom of your chin. Remember Wiskas when we moved to our new home and we had gas logs in the fireplace? You loved that fireplace in the winter. Then it went out and l couldn’t get it lit and you turned around to me as if to say “Aren’t you going to light the fire.” My Wiskas you really loved sitting in front of the fireplace.

I love you Wiskas and we will miss
you my baby.