Farewell, Scooby

On Sunday, April 1, Scooby of Little Cat Feet suddenly ran off to the Rainbow Bridge.  He had been completely normal earlier in the day and had no health problems.  While his Mom was carrying her laundry basket, Scooby suddenly ran into the wall next to her.  She scooped him up in her arms and he had some kind of seizure, then he was gone.  She held him for a long time, unable to believe that he could pass away so quickly.  His litter mate, Shaggy was nearby and came to see what was the matter.  His Mom feels really bad and shocked by this.  Scooby wanted out to play in the grass in the morning, but she said no and now regrets it.  She shouldn't beat herself up over this.  Scooby is now running and playing in the best grass that there ever was.  I think that Scooby felt something inside of him go terribly wrong and he ran to his Mom, who always gave him love and protection.

I have been reading Little Cat Feet since I first discovered cat blogs and this really makes me sad.  You can find Scooby's happy limerick here.  I am really going to miss him.

                                                      Suddenly Scooby started feeling bad.
                                                      He ran to his Mom, so he wouldn't be sad.
                                                            He passed from her arms,
                                                            Where he felt safe from harm,
                                                      To the Bridge where he's running and playing like mad.

Scooby

Scooby is Shaggy's brother. They are from the same litter, though you would never know it to look at them. One thing that really distinguishes Scooby from Shaggy and Scout, besides being a tuxie, is that he can be let out into the yard without restraint. Shaggy used to be let out, until he took off down the street one day. Now he has to wear a harness and leash when he goes out. Scout was never let out, but he escaped one day and Scooby spotted him in the neighbor's yard and alerted Mom. Now Scout has a harness and leash, too. Scooby is content to stay in his own yard to patrol the grounds and sample the grass.

Scooby is the responsible one.
Mom can let him out and he won't run.
He stays in his yard,
Which isn't hard,
For there is much patrolling to be done.