In effort to complete my journal reading quest I needed to find journal #2 (yes, they are all numbered: #1 through #5, a few have page numbers, and some grammar has been corrected over the years with the exception of "wierd" and "yesturday" - that one really bugs me!). Anyway, I was fervently searching (and organizing, I can't help myself) my parents' house for #2 and I found this lovely picture of me and my sweet Scruffy. I found it only a few days after we had to put her down at approximately age 20. She lived a long life, very well I think, and we didn't let her suffer. I feel good about giving her a nice morning and a dignified death that Mom, Dad and I were very present for, we owed her that much at least.
The journal reading has been therapeutic in Scruffy's absence as I found the entry of the first time I saw her, the day we adopted her and thought she might be pregnant: "Mom told Dad and he said he wouldn't make me give her up!" and countless other entries where I'm writing outside (or inside in my room with my smuggled-in companion) and enjoying her company as my "little buddy." Luckily, we also got one last video of her this Summer when we were testing out Doug's new camera and accidentally had it on video mode.
