by Donna Colbourne
Spanky was born in my closet. I actually held him when he was only a few hours old. I got attached to him instantly. He was my little soul kitty.He was part siamese and part tabby, a gorgeous cat. He'd sleep on my pillow beside my head, he'd follow me around like a dog, he was even lazy, if he was laying on a chair and fell off, he wouldnt run, he would fall back to sleep right where he fell.He loved to watch tv and sit on my desk and watch me type. He loved to be cuddled & hugged. He was only 2 years old when he died. I was so heartbroken, he was hit by a car. To this day, almost 2 years after his death..I still cant believe he's gone..I think I had lost the best pet, and friend I've ever had..and a part of myself went with it too. Spanky...I love ya babyboy and miss you...