I returned from my trip up north, to find my sweet Punkin had passed. She was 19, and not well, Ken found her curled up on her little bed. I'll miss you sweety, you were a very special cat, and the perfect little lady.Thursday, July 9, 2009
Good-Night Sweet Punkin
I returned from my trip up north, to find my sweet Punkin had passed. She was 19, and not well, Ken found her curled up on her little bed. I'll miss you sweety, you were a very special cat, and the perfect little lady.
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