|Punky The Cat|
I met my wife at the clinic, where I opened the door to the small office to find her in the small room kneeled over our old friend. She looked up as I entered, her eyes brimming with tears as she stoked his chin.
“He’s purring.”The rest was awful. It’s the worst part of owning a pet, the heartbreak of outliving them. And now our house will be a little gloomier for a while, and as I pack up his food and bowl and treats, I’ll say a prayer for our old friend. The dogs already seem to be missing him, my wife is in tears. I'm just glad little Simon is too young to understand. So here’s to the only cat I’ll ever own. He was a great one.
Rest in peace, Punky.