My beloved Scooter was taken from me on a sunny
autumn Saturday morning. He was just short of his fourteenth birthday. When we first got him, he wasn’t even weaned and tried to nurse on the chest of our male golden retriever. He was a strong and beautiful cat that made my life much richer by being a part of it. God bless you Scootie, I will always miss you and love you.
Good bye my angel.
Say hello to Dad, Bart and Buford
| Scooter |
| 25, Sep 2004 |
| Jean Ann Stannard |