Punkin has left the building . . .

After several years of dealing with health issues, and several times when it was severe enough that I had to syringe-feed Punkin to keep him alive, he wasn't able to fight it anymore. He got weaker and weaker, and there wasn't anything we could do to make him feel any better; it was time to let him go.

He was a very special little friend, a very intregal part of my family for all his life - I'll miss him very much.

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