Dear, sweet Scooter – you are my baby, my taste-tester of food, my waker-upper in the morning – whatever am I going to do without you? How will I know if my cereal is good to eat? Or my dinner, for that matter? You have been my special boy – when we got you, you were only six weeks old and very feral. All you knew how to do was hiss, bite and scratch. We were able to tame you a bit – but not very much! Give Squeaker, Sylvester, Morris, Danielle and Sam hugs from me. And a special hug for your litter-brother, Mickey Seda. I’ll meet you at the Rainbow Bridge. Be a good boy.
I love you forever,
| Beauregard |
| 5, May 2011 |
| Ada Vorpagel |