Last night we said goodbye to our little Splanky. He’s our little warrior…our little goofball…our little furry folker. He was born in July 2009. One of my coworkers had some kittens he was trying to find a home for, and we went over and picked him from the remaining 2…the runt of the litter. We wanted a companion for Sophie, our other cat. They never really did develop a brotherly bond, but Sophie tolerated him…for us, I’m sure. The two of them mean worlds to us.
He succumbed to cancer at 10pm, as we tried to rush him to the emergency vet. We both knew this was coming. We both knew it’d be hard, but like many things in life, you can’t gauge the pain until you feel it. Fucking cancer…I hate you. This is our second pet that has crossed the Rainbow Bridge within the last year. Sophie (short for Sophacles because I thought he was a she at first, and the name just stuck) left us last July. That’s all I want to say about that. I miss them both tremendously.
Fly swiftly, sweet Splanky, to the arms of the Lord. Sophie is waiting for you, and we’ll see you both again after this world of pain has passed.
Practicing his art of being adorable
His first day at his new home
This had to be his most adorable moment
Splanky was obsessed with shoes
Splanky loves his brother
Remembering you today, Spoanky. Three years already. I lit your and Sophie’s memorial candle tonight, and I’m looking at pictures and trying not to think of your last days, but about the silly and heartwarming moments. You were always a little hoyden, especially with Sophie. He exhibited great restraint, and eventually accepted you. Its too bad you weren’t with us when we lived out in Fiddletown, Sophie was in 7th heaven there. I’m sure you would have loved it too.
You took a piece of Sheila and my heart with you, and we’re thinking of you. I am certain you’re happy and frolicking in Heaven with Sophie. And now Tim too. Please keep each other company until we see you again. Love and miss you, Sophie and my bro.