Spunky,...my last hand raised orange face passed away this morning,.. he wasn't himself last night, and this morning, he was just hanging onto his perch, waiting for me, he loved me, and he knew he wanted to see me, ... he would not take heat in a towel, ...he wanted me, he knew,....He had breathing

trouble, I could hear his pulse rise as he struggled,.....but the time came, I knew I had to let him go,...he struggled to stay, but I held him to his last breath, good bye Spunky,.. you have given me comfort, nows its your turn to relax.............