Remembering Whiskey Wikki
Whiskey Wikki, the spunky little bunny with a big personality, hopped into the world—and into the heart of his person—during sophomore year of high school. Growing up with the nickname “Bunny,” it felt only natural that a real bunny should join the family. Whiskey, picked up in the most fittingly quirky way (in a JL Beers parking lot), was the first true pet of his person. From that very first moment, it was clear: life with Whiskey would be anything but ordinary.
Spunky, loving, and opinionated, Whiskey was a bunny who lived entirely on his own terms. Early on, his human gave him freedom to roam in a caged-off section of the bedroom, determined not to “put him in a box.” Whiskey approved—and promptly proved his athleticism by launching himself over the towering fence, zoomies and all. Once he discovered he could clear obstacles, nothing could stop him. He was unstoppable ever since.
Whiskey’s quirks were as endearing as they were unique. He had a way of shoving his little head under your hand, demanding rubs with no shame whatsoever. If you rubbed his face, he’d tilt his head forward in delight, leaning into every bit of affection. Outdoors, he developed a passion for “landscaping,” carefully picking up rocks with his mouth and rearranging them like a tiny architect who knew exactly how his yard should look. After the work was done, he’d stretch out in the sun, feet sprawled behind him, blissfully soaking up the day.
Whiskey wasn’t just a bunny; he was a brother. His sister Esmae adored him so much that she would beg to go into his room just to spend time with him. For six years they were inseparable companions, a pair content just being near one another. Whiskey showed love with his presence—by always wanting to be close, by asking for rubs, by making sure no one ever doubted his affection.
Through every milestone, Whiskey was there. He was present for teenage years and high school, for graduation, relationships, and heartbreaks, for college, an engagement, and a first home. He saw the changes of every season of life, never once faltering in his role as steadfast companion. He was, in every sense, his human’s baby—her first true pet, her constant.
Whiskey also leaves behind his sisters Marley, Esmae, and Koi. He was the only boy in an all-girl household, a little king among queens. His mom’s fiancée, despite being allergic, was a loving co-parent—grooming him, caring for him, and ensuring his later years were as comfortable and joyful as possible.
Whiskey Wikki lived a full life marked by love, mischief, and sunshine. He was more than just a bunny; he was the heartbeat of a family, a witness to life’s unfolding, and a reminder of the joy that comes from giving and receiving love every single day.
He was everything. And he always will be. 💕
