Figaro Chaplin Augustine

Figgy, You were Dad’s buddy as a grumpy green fog. Mom always kissed your white nose with red lipstick insisting you were her Brutus since she picked you out; however, you laid in the fruit chair with Dad and warmed up to your girls, Ema and Anna. When your girls brought boys home, you would glare and attack them from behind the couch saying, “She’s mine, I’m watching you!” After Ema left for college, you warmed up to me (Anna). For the last 8 years, I got to call you my baby. I strolled you around in a stroller, gave you magic water to dance around, and a comfy spot on my bed you ran downstairs for. You brightened all my days with kisses, loud purrs, and you were the best listener. We miss you so much Figgs, but thank you for the 16 years you gave us. One day we will see you again, but for now, enjoy Heaven where there are no fences, you can be outside as long as you want, drink magic water, eat many treats, and talk to the birds. Mr. Figgy Wiggs, you are forever loved and missed!