Thu, 6 September 2007 Ever since ten years ago, when he materialized out of thin-air, a semi-feral cat named Scully has lived around Fort Damer.* --In a non-sexual sense-- Scully** was a skanky cat, and because we liked the guy, we Damers would give him food and love whenever he demanded it.
Well, unfortunately, Scully has moved on to greener pastures: earlier today he was put to sleep by a veterinarian. His kidneys were failing and he only had a couple of days to live. I wasn't at Fort Damer when he departed, but I just drove into the place's driveway and thought, 'I'm never going to see Scully waiting here again.' It was a sad thought that reminds me of a painful truth-- whenever a pet you care about dies, it'll always be an end to an era.
Goodnight, sweet Scully.
*My nickname for my parents' house.
**Yes, we named Scully after the charcter on THE X-FILES. And yes-- we are sure he was a dude.
P.S. I'm working on Podcast #2, but I've been preoccupied with this and other duties. Hopefully, I'll have it ready soon. Category: general -- posted at: 9:18 PM Comments[0] |
