We got Whisky when I was just eight years old too young to know of the wonderful possibilities of owning a pet. As I grew up Whisky became a more prominent part of my life and he became a backbone for me as I went through the trials of being a teenager.
He loved to sit and watch the world go by and was always playful. But he was also caring and loving always watching over us and caring for us when we were sick. He played with me in the snow and comforted me when I was sad always willing to lick my tears away.
Lately we had been having to care for him as he approached the end of his life. He had cancer and his heart and lungs were failing him. All I could think to do to help him was to pour as much attention out to him as I could until I had to say that final goodbye.
Though he’s moved on to a better place I’ll always love and remember my Whisky because he’s been the reason I’ve been strong in moments of weakness that I was able to support my parents in their moments of grief.
Whisky is gone but definitely not forgotten and if he’s waiting for me at Rainbow Bridge then I will definitely greet him with open arms when it’s my time to join him. In the meantime I know he’s looking after the members of my family who have moved on to a better place and will do the same for those who will eventually join him.
Julia