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Name: | Spanky |
| Born: | 2002 | |
| Died: | 2006 | |
| Species: | Cat | |
| Gender: | Male |
My Story
Ode To Spanky
Oh I remember the telephone cords you used to eat,
The funny way that you walked (so ungraceful and un-feline-like),
That blank stare, so void and yet so characteristic of you,
Would touch upon my heart as you meowed.
Countless dead birds littered the carpet in those days,
Brought forth with a hunter's skill; but so bloody and unclean!
Father used to say that you were fit only to be made into tennis racquet strings,
But I loved you all the same.
And then came that fateful day when even the most patient heart was tried:
With so many phone-cords inside you, its a wonder you were still alive, to see the light of day!
But alas, what could we do?
Emergency surgery and many hundred pounds later,
Our efforts were a testament to our devotion, Spanky.
But once recovered there was but a brief respite,
Before you turned back to your obsessive self-indulgence.
Cured though you had been by the surgeon's shining blade,
We had hoped and we'd prayed for even a more miraculous cure:
That you would cease and desist from your peculiar eating habits,
And save us all some money and grief.
But when once again the doctor proclaimed "It's in there all right,"
The reminder of money past-spent was too much for Dad.
And though we loved you very much,
We could not come to terms with one hard fact:
That the mental disorder that plagued you,
Was once again made manifest,
This time to the tune of over two grand.
Goodbye, Spanky.
Maggie.
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