One night my mother got a phone call saying that my beloved cat of 8 years died. When my mother told me, I didn't know what to do. I couldn't cry. I just felt like some one stuck a knife through my heart. She told me that he had fallen down the stairs.The part that really killed me was that I didn't even get to say goodbye.He had died at a friends house. Finally I just lost it. I cried for days. I couldn't think of anything but losing my lovely prcious kitty.I remembered when he would sleep with me every single night. Some times i would even wake up to him licking my ear. When whiskers died, a huge part of me died also. It's been 5 years and i still can't bear to think about him without crying. I loved him so much. Whiskers, you are my baby and my angel. I will love you forever. Goodbye Baby boy mommy loves you!!!!!!