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- The Stig Racecar Driver and (Sweet Angel) Punkin Brutus
We unexpectedly lost our sweet Punkin
the morning of May 17th. He was in the middle of eating breakfast, and his heart gave out. Our hearts ache and we've cried many tears. We miss him oh so much.
Veteran ebn'ers here know that he joined our family when he was four and half years old. We are eternally grateful that we crossed paths and we're so proud to have called him our fur-kid. He would climb on anything! The backrest of couches, hampers that, somehow, were always full of newly washed clothes, boxes that were meant to be moved to another room
He perfected his scratch and would do so on our arms and legs whenever he wanted attention or a butt rub. And, wow, they hurt! He loved snow and would eat it whenever he had the chance. He was such an escape artist, and would move furniture that we would used as barricades with ease. He was an amazingly smart little guy.
I'm always thinking that I would see him sleeping in his favourite chair or part of the sofa. Or sitting up staring at me to see if I have food in my hands. When the sun is shining right, I would see footprints on the floor that I don't think I can ever mop off. So many great memories of an incredibly amazing soul. Who am I going to share my fruits and McDonald's fries with?
Mama, Dada, Izy and Stiggy love you so so much, my boy. Your imprint is forever etched in our hearts. Oh how I wish to have one more chance to kiss and hug you, my Bubba. Run free and chase those bunnies to your heartās desire.
Until we meet at the Bridge, my beautiful Punks.
Punkin Brutus
July 28, 2007 - May 17, 2018


Veteran ebn'ers here know that he joined our family when he was four and half years old. We are eternally grateful that we crossed paths and we're so proud to have called him our fur-kid. He would climb on anything! The backrest of couches, hampers that, somehow, were always full of newly washed clothes, boxes that were meant to be moved to another room
I'm always thinking that I would see him sleeping in his favourite chair or part of the sofa. Or sitting up staring at me to see if I have food in my hands. When the sun is shining right, I would see footprints on the floor that I don't think I can ever mop off. So many great memories of an incredibly amazing soul. Who am I going to share my fruits and McDonald's fries with?
Mama, Dada, Izy and Stiggy love you so so much, my boy. Your imprint is forever etched in our hearts. Oh how I wish to have one more chance to kiss and hug you, my Bubba. Run free and chase those bunnies to your heartās desire.
Until we meet at the Bridge, my beautiful Punks.
Punkin Brutus

