3 years ago I met Whiskers. She was the guy I liked's kitty. A few months later that guy (Erik) and I started dating, then a little over a year after that we all moved in together (me with my 2 kitties and Erik with his 2 kitties). Whiskers took the move well and bonded with my fur babies (as well as they would let her anyway). She was so gosh darn loveable, rarely, if ever, hissed, got upset or gave us any issues at all. She was the absolute sweetest. After living with this angel for about 5-6 months we noticed the slow changes of her old age setting in, she clawed her way up to get onto the couch or bed as she was losing muscle and unable to jump up herself anymore, she lost her balance sleeping on the back of the couch and over time needed to be picked up and set on her favorite comfy places and no longer allowed on high places. She did learn to slide on her belly and catch herself to get down though (was the cutest thing to watch). We grew concerned about 2 bladder infections and losing weight fast. So we took her to multiple vet appointments where they eventually found that she had kidney disease, hyperthyroidism and kitty dementia was beginning. She was put on 3 medications twice daily and that's where my bond with this precious baby really started blooming. I was so adamant on giving her meds at the same times everyday, 12 hours apart and giving her favorite wet foods and sticking to a routine for her health. She eventually started gaining weight back and her bloodwork levels improved. Her routine actually helped me with my depression and anxiety as I was on a healthy sleep schedule and ate breakfast every morning with her. I was ecstatic and told everyone how I nursed this cat back to health! She became more and more vocal due to her illnesses and would "scream" around routine times, when we woke up for breakfast and meds, when we walked in the door coming home for the day and of course for dinner and 2nd med time. Always screaming when she wanted something. Mostly it was to be picked up, loved or set on the couch or bed to cuddle. She was hands down the best cuddle buddy and made the cutest grunt if you disturbed a particular comfy cuddle time! I was always jumping up to come to her every call to fix whatever displeased her and give loving pets and kisses. She would yell when we went to shower or she couldn't directly see us. She even started calling out for me specifically when I was at work or not home, much to my boyfriends dismay as he worked nights and sleeps during the day (he totally misses it now of course though) but she wouldn't stop til I walked in the door and was able to cuddle on the couch with her. She began slowly losing her sight and had a hard time navigating the apartment. She had many nicknames, Old Lady, Chewbaca for her loud purring (Erik is a huge Star Wars fan), Chewy or Baka for short but this is where she gained the nickname Bonka as she would walk into things often. She called out when she was going in circles to which of course I always came to scoop her up and was rewarded with kisses and the loudest instant purrs. This went on for about another year, our routines and plans always set around her needs and walking certain ways through the apartment or carefully opening doors as she always found a way under your feet or in your path somehow. My favorite times of the day were getting ready in the mornings or doing dishes or something where I was standing in one place for a while as she would always lay on my feet. She was my buddy, following me around the house all the time and sleeping with me at night. She was my baby.