Scruff was a very good pet. He would bark most of the time but he was very cute. Every day we would wake him up and feed him. Then I would go to school and when I came back I would stroke him and give him a little treat. And I carried on doing that Until one day I went to wake him up and he wouldn’t move so I tried again but he still wouldn’t move so I felt him and he was very cold. I worried and assumed he wouldn’t wake up but I was wrong. He was you now what. I was devastated. I still miss him but this here is Scruff’s story.
Written for Lynne Thurlow,
| Scruff |
| Lynne Thurlow |