Whiskey and Bootsie

by Kelly Esquivel
(El Segundo, CA)



Whiskey was an orange long hair (1/4 Maine Coon) tabby and Bootsie was a classic black and white tabby (with white belly, chest and boots). They were the most loving, incredibly sweet and smart cats.

We used to call Whiskey "the rock star." He was all about being the star in the crowd. He was not afraid to approach people and say, "look at me! Pet me! Love me!" and everyone did.

Bootsie was a year younger and much more shy. He was all about one-on-one time with me or another family member. Yet he would follow Whiskey to the ends of the earth.

They were not allowed in our new home, but one time they snuck in. Whiskey sprawled out on a table and Bootsie stood gingerly on the arm of the sofa. When I found them, Whiskey's look said, "Look at me! Look where I am! Ha Ha Ha" Bootsie's look said, "It wasn't my idea mom! He (Whiskey) said it would be okay."

Whiskey developed a nasal tumor at 18 years old. He live to be 19 years old. It was the saddest day of my life.

After Whiskey passed, Bootsie's health declined rapidly. There was kidney disease and uncontrollable diabetes. He passed just after his 18th birthday. Another of the saddest days in my life. I wrote a wonderful ode to Bootsie...which I'll post later.

Their memory lives on in my heart and the hearts of many friends and neighbors who still miss them.

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Dec 28, 2011
Response to Anonymous re My Posting
by: Anonymous

Yes, you understood my poem correctly. My cats are now in heaven with my parents now.
Both Whiskey and Bootsie were born to me. Bootsie was "given away" as a kitten and returned to me from his adopted family who could no longer keep him, when he was 3. He spent the next 15 years with me.
Although it has been two years since I lost both cats, I don't desire to have any others right now. I am enjoying freedom from responsibility. The memories I had with both Whiskey and Bootsie, for 19 and 15 years, respectively, will live with me forever and continue to warm my heart daily.

Dec 27, 2011
Bootsie the Boaster
by: Anonymous

I'm so sorry for your loss. You should buy another cat, but buy it as a kitten, so you will have a longer life with it. Do not cry everyday, buy another cat and it will be like a replacement as Bootsie.

I love your poem made for Bootsie.
I don't get what you said, are you saying that Bootsie will meet your other cat and mom in heaven? Is she ....?
I don't want to upset you, but I hope you get what I mean!

Jun 19, 2010
Ode to Bootsie - Our Saga
by: Kelly

Dear sweet Bootsie,
Born to me, went to another, came back at three.

Oh so shy, but full of life. Curious and carefree.
Ran off with a delivery truck, back home a two day walk.

Dear sweet Bootsie,
Loud and booming cries, a baby boy inside,
longing to be loved.

Often late at night, you’d be the bully in the fight.
You’ve had your bumps, bruises and cuts, with age your medical plights.

You always felt second best, different from the rest.
Yet in my heart you’re my number one.

We lost your best friend in May.
Alone you cried your nights away.
Together we mourn the loss of our little man.
The one who had so many fans.

And now you’re old, your hair is grey, you sleep your days and nights away.

My dear sweet bootsie,
Your doctor called today.
You’re diabetic, but we’ll find a way,
To work together and make you better.

We don’t know what or why,
Could make you ill,
You can’t just take a pill.
It’s middle June,
We hope that you’ll be better soon.

My Dear Sweet Bootsie.
You are 18 now. It’s been a long fight.
The meds don’t work, it’s just not right.

My Dear Sweet Bootsie,
Please forgive me.
It’s time to say goodbye.

I love you so much,
You will never know.
You are my baby, my love, my life.

I feel so selfish,
Please don’t blame me.
You’ll be with Mom and Whiskey, you’ll see.
You’ll be with those who know you.
You’ll meet my Dad and like him too.

And so the story ends,
My cats are gone, my pets, my friends.
You are an angel in heaven now,
You don’t know how,
Much I miss you
Forever and now.

Rest in peace, Bootsie.
I love you so much and will never forget you.
No matter where you are, you’ll always be my boy, my dear sweet Bootsie.
Bootsie is a black and white tabby with pure white boots, bib and belly (also known as "bunny fur"). He was born in the Spring of 1991 in Martinez, California to his mother, Tiger. He is the grandson of Deeni and Sam, the grand-nephew of Snowy and nephew of Whiskey. Around his 18th Birthday he was diagnosed with diabetes and hyperthyroidism, among other things. Although his mom, Kelly, tried everything to keep him healthy, the course of action just did not work. Bootsie passed away on September 4, 2009 with his mommy, Kelly, and his Aunt, Kathy, by his side. He will be forever missed and never forgotten.

Jun 19, 2010
Contrasting personalities.
by: Larry (Editor)

Hi Kelly,

It must have been very entertaining to have two wonderful cats with such contrasting personalities. A rock star and a devoted fan.

They both lived to a good age and, although it is of course heartbreaking when they leave us, must have giving you many years of joy.

Thank you very much for sharing their story with us, and look forward to your ode to Bootsie.

Larry (Editor)

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