Gosh, I was only nine at the time, but I made a promise to the third cat that I farewelled to the Rainbow Bridge.
I will never forget you, Whiskey, nor will I ever forget how sad I was on the day you died. I remember when you visited me that night. It scared me a little, but I felt you say goodbye.
Can you believe that I have remembered this day for 13 years?
Play hard at the R.B, Whiskey.
