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.
Good Night Wiskas
| Wiskas |
| 21, Oct 2004 |
| Marie |