Spunky

Spunky Spunky

Full Name: Spunky Nicknames: Pretty 'punky, Spunkeroo Actual B-day: May 21, 1984 Crossed: May 25, 1998 Quirks: See Above, "facials" History: Spunky was born last of a litter of five. The mother a pregnant stray that my mom named Bitsy. All of the kittens were named according to looks or attitude. Friends adopted Cringer & Beach Baby, I adopted Image (see In Loving Memory) and my parents kept Patches and Spunky (Patches to be intro-ed, later). Spunky outgrew her name, though. She matured from a fire spittin' kitten to a gentle, timid loving little kitty. I didn't get to know Spunky as well as Patches. I knew her well enough to be able to coax her out and love on her. Once she was confortable again, she'd roll and purr like mad! Her motor always seemed a little too big for her body! Spunky had a special charm of her own. She was able to charm my dad into giving her sappy looks. That's an accomplishment! My dad likes cats, mind you but they're rarely more than a pet to him, anymore. Spunky was his baby! Mom called last winter to tell me that Spunky had cancer. There was a lump in her throat. Unfortunately, the lump was positioned so that half of Spunky's jaw would need to be removed in order to remove the lump. They had decided not to have the surgery done as it may not cure the problem and Spunky would go through a lot of pain before healing was done. As it was, Spunky seemed to feel just fine. As the lump grew, it began to force her mouth open and push her tongue to one side. The poor baby had a time trying not to bite her tongue! Her spirits remained high, though and she must have had some inner reserves. The doctor didn't expect her to live as long as she did. She looked worse and worse as time passed but she still hung on to that wonderful sweetness. The last time I was there, she flopped, rolled and talked to me in the middle of her purrs. I miss her conversations and loving looks through those wide, bright green eyes! On May 25, my dad called to say that Spunky had gone on her final trip. We sat on the phone and cried to- gether for our newest family loss. He'd told me that he couldn't bring himself to take her home for her final rest. The same love that kept Dad from being able to help her is the love that enabled me to bring her to my house for final arrangements. Spunky rests beside Joli and is probably playing with her above while they wait for us to join them. Sweet, delicate little Spunky, your light may have gone out here but it still shines in our hearts! Spunky

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