Whiskey came into my life 21 years ago in Brooklyn, NY. At the time he was given to me, I was grieving for the loss of another sweet cat-Yoshiko. He was given the name "Spencer" when I met him, but I changed it to Whiskey. It seemed more appropriate for such a sweet loving little fella. He had the most beautiful fur-gray-blue with a touch of white in the front, making him very handsome and irresistable to anyone. Throughout my years in Brooklyn, and Massachusetts and finally back home to New Mexico; he has always been there for me. Towards the end of his life, I had taken special care of him-tending to the many things that happened as he was getting older. The morning he passed away, he first came to me and laid his sweet little head on my thigh as I just gently stroked his fur and told him it was alright for him to go. He took his last breathe while I held him in my arms wrapped up in a blanket on the way to the vet. He is buried in our back yard-along with my other sweet baby-Sharkey. She passed away last April, 2004. I had many names for Whiskey-"Papa", "Hambone", "Bear", "Bubba", and many others. The loss I feel from him passing is stll very real, yet I know that now he is no longer in any pain. Where once he couldn't walk/stand because his back legs were so weak, he can now run and jump in the garden and chase butterflies and lay in the sun as he loved to do. I love you my Papa, and I thank you for all the years and love that you've given me. May your soul Bless another.