Scruffy or Velcro
by Margie Baker
Scruffy was 14 years old. He got the nickname of Velcro when he was very tiny and a friend of mine pick him up and said to one of my boys,"Do you know what is cool about cats?" My son said,"No, what?" "They stick like velcro." As he tossed the kitten at my son and all the little claws came out to hang on to a bare chest. Yep he stuck like velcro. I've had him since he was 8 weeks old. Well today October 22,2014 I had to put him down due to kidney failure. This was the hardest thing I've had to do. First it was our dog of 12 years old, two years ago now Scruffy. I feel so lost and every room I go into I look for him. I hope it gets better. All I want to do is cry. It's only been 7 hours but I miss him so much. He would talk to me all the time and he would get me up every morning at 4:30 for his breakfast. He was a great alarm clock. I feel like the life has been sucked out of me. The doctor told me due to his age there was nothing really we could do. So I did what I had to do. I sent him to Rainbow Bridge to meet up with my other pets. I'll be there someday to see them all. I miss him so very much. I know it will take a while but just to have someone say, "You'll be fine. And remember Scruffy is no longer in pain and will always love you." That is all I need to hear. My husband is okay but can't understand why I feel the way I do.
So I guess this is my story. Thanks for letting me write it out. That does help a bit.