I was sick last night, so went to bed early. I woke up this AM to a voicemail letting me know he was very sick, & a text to let me know he was gone.

Play happily over the Rainbow Bridge, "my" baby boy - I may not have seen you in a few years, but you always were a wonderful foster kitty.

We knew you were special, but neither Jennifer nor I expected you to be gone so soon. If I had known, I would've kept you to live out your few more years here, & save her the hearrbreak.
I'm happy she gave you a few good years, and I know your brother will be devastated without you.
You were a sick little baby & so unfriendly because of the meds. You were kind of a rowdy pair - PJ & Punky - which I attributed to being boys. Dory tried to raise you right, but there were some things you wouldn't listen to him on.
















My all time favorite picture of you three - PJ (buff), Punky (grey), and Paprika (orange)

Run free, PJ, your "aunt" Damita must've met you over the Bridge.

