On May 10, 2017, Mr Spunky passed on to the Bridge while I was at work. He was almost 16 years years old.
He had been sick for a few months and had a dental surgery the month before. He seemed his same old spunky self. Then he started having what looked like seizures, but the vet suspected he was throwing clots. There was nothing to be done. This lasted a few days. I would hold him in my arms, and he would give me a look that was asking me to fix him. And I couldn't.
I had to go to work that day so I could pay for the Euthanasia, but when I got home he had passed. He's buried in a friend's garden, among her other kitties she has saved.
I will always remember you, my Spunky cat, the Spunkmeister, aka Lovable Punk@$$. I know you are annoying Samwise and Emily at the Bridge.
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