Join Date: Nov 2013
Location: Cape Cod, Massachusetts
In Memory of My Punky Monkey
It was a year ago today that Dad and I had to let you go my amazing Velcro boy, and there has not been a day since then that you have not been terribly, terribly missed. You were the best cat I ever had or could ever hope to have - you were my baby, the King of Blinky Eyes, a total lap cat, you were interested in everything we did and earned yourself the nickname of Inspector Gadget. In fact, you had so many nicknames I could use up a whole post just listing them. You were completely in tune with my emotions and would turn yourself inside out to make me feel better when I was upset. You never left my side when I was sick, except to use your box and grab a bite to eat. You were a wonderful, gentle big brother to your sister Penny and she loved you to the moon and back. Remember when she used to rub on you so hard she almost knocked you over? As soon as I would sit down anywhere, I had a lap full of you - a purring, head-butting, flopping over puddle of love. I am so sad today buddy, because after today I can't say "This time last year he was still with us" like I have been doing for a year now.
Your sister Penny misses you so much. She had a really hard time after we lost you, and just huddled on our bed wondering why her cuddle buddy wasn't there anymore. Dad and I could only comfort her so much, because she wasn't so much our cat as she was your cat. You were everything to her. She chose you the moment we carried her into the house in her carrier 8 years ago - we set the carrier down on the floor, you came over to check it out, and Penny rubbed on the bars and purred. You took a couple of days to come around, but you trusted us and if we accepted her, then you thought it was okay to accept her too. Then you loved her as much as she loved you, and the two of you would hang out all day, play and cuddle and love each other and us.
I wish you could have met your sister Mystique. She is a fluffy all black bundle of love who we mostly call 'Teeka', and I know you would have been as gentle with her as you always were with Penny. She is a real girly-girl and a definite klutz, and she struts around so comically. She has an amazingly deep and vibrant purr, and you would have loved her I know.
Your brother Sunny would have been the perfect wrestling buddy for you, and I'm so sorry you and he never got to go any rounds. He is an athlete who lopes around the house, a superb mouser (on the few occasions one has gotten in the house anyway), and a big orange boy who I call 'my butterscotch boy'. He has a great rumbly purr engine and is a gentle boy like you were - I think you two would have been great friends.
Punky, Dad and I love you so much buddy and miss you so much. Penny loves you too, and she has healed during this year a great deal. She accepts and, I think, enjoys Sunny and Mystique. She doesn't love them the way she loved you, but the bond she had with you would be hard to match in any case. We are passing on your legacy of love to Mystique and Sunny, and we will continue to love and rescue more furbabies in years to come. We couldn't do otherwise - you were all about love after all. Rest well, my baby boy, I am so glad you are able to run and play at the bridge now with no more pain and no more sickness. We will never forget you.