Our little Spunky. Wonderment. Loving. Mischievous sometimes, but grateful. Would rather play than eat. She was an orphan, abandoned in the woods, rescued and delivered to us.
Crying, disheveled, flea infected, but Spunky.
The only cat not afraid of surrounding dogs at the rescuers home, but would climb the side of their brick house to reach the rescuing tree limb for her safe haven.
Seventeen years, deserving more than just comment. That “Window to Life” did shine for
us with her existence,
Yes, we can be amazed by the phenomenal, incredible spiritual exuberance of little creatures, big and small. Psalm 104, verses 24 and 25: "Oh Lord, how manifold are thy works!
That “Window” showed exuberance for life, Always Spunky. And, in our quietude she would gently come to ask, with her little swipe of her paw to ask for a “scratchy, scratchy”, putting her little head forward.
Undaunted, in the days, if not weeks, before she became gravely sick,
she asked for a little further attention. It was a signal for the Love of Animal’s Window.
She knew.
“Do not go gentle into that good night”.
The first Vet’s shot only wagged her tail. Vet came 20 minutes later with stethoscope, Spunky said “wahangh don’t touch me”.
“Do not go gently into that good night”.
The second shot closed our Window to Little Spunky.
Spunky’s loving memories gives the Window full circle to life.
Left to Loving Memories. Spunky.
