My cat Punky passed away on November 3, 2002. The vets can’t agree on what started the chain-reaction that took his life, but that part’s not important. What is important is that Punky was the sweetest cat I have ever known. My life was enriched by him and I can’t imagine what life would have been like had I not adopted him from
the Humane Society in 1995.
I’ll always have my cherished memories of him carrying around his favorite mouse toy. Such an innocent lovable creature… one would be crazy not to fall in love with him.
Skipping ahead to the end, the vets tried everything to save his life, and we spared no expense. The only comfort I have from this whole experience is knowing that we gave him every chance to make it, and
that he’s not feeling pain anymore.
My husband and I prayed for him to get better. I guess that God had bigger plans for Punky.
Words don’t seem to say enough about my relationship with him. He was my baby. I miss him.
Life is short, and it always seems like there was not enough time when a life ends… there are always second thoughts about ‘if only I had not done this, I could’ve spent more time with him’. Punky was only 7 when he died. Life is very short indeed. I hugged him a million times a day and spent countless hours with him, but I still feel like
I didn’t do it enough.
After I got married, my husband ‘adopted’ Punky. Punky accepted Chris and loved him as much as Chris loved Punky. I couldn’t ask for a better family.
I was (and still am) so proud of him. I’ll always cherish the time he was with me. I’ll always be proud to say Punky was mine and I was his.
Punky, Mom and Dad miss you and love you. We’ll see you again someday, buddy.
Love always,
| Punky |
| 3, Nov 2002 |
| Robin |