Punkers, I miss you so much. I
look for you everyday still hoping that your death is but a dream. I
miss your little bites on my chin to wake me in the morning, the way
you liked to lay across my shoulder, the soft feel of your fur.
You were such a loving cat, everyone was a friend to you. Dinners just
aren't the same. Remember when one of us got up to get something from
the table, you jumped up in their chair. God, how I miss you.
