Monday, October 17, 2011

Scooba Scooba

Scooby Doo Lyn Rossi
     My Scooby (or Scooba-Scooba) passed away on October 14, 2010. We knew it was coming but that didn’t make it easier. I saw him a few days before and saw how badly he was doing. He didn’t want to move and wasn’t eating or drinking. I prayed and prayed that he’d get better and that if he couldn’t get better to please let him go in peace. I think he did, I think he died peacefully in his sleep. The last time I saw him I gave him kisses and pet him. I told him I loved him and thanked him for always being there for me, for listening to 
my high school drama, for always coming when I called, for purring at me over the phone while I was at college, and for being patient with my baby who pet him the best she could but maybe tugged a little too hard a few times. What I didn’t get to do was thank him for watching over my sister when I couldn’t, being her shoulder to cry on, and loving her unconditionally. I didn’t get to thank him for watching over Mom, loving her, giving us a good laugh by scaring her when he brought her a mouse (traumatizing her for life), for giving her lovings when her daughters were aliens, and also loving her unconditionally. 
If you ask Mom who Scooby belonged to she’d say he was hers. I, personally, think Scooby was mine. I picked him out and named him. Who cares if I picked him out for Angela…he was mine. And sure enough, if you ask Angela, she’ll say he was hers, undeniably. Now that I think of it, I think all of us were right. Scooby was always there for us, individually, when we needed him to be. He was the man of the house… or King of the house as we always said, and he took care of his girls. 

He’d pull our hands towards him to give us a little lick

He’d roll over when we said “aww, Scooba-Scooba”

He’d give us kisses

And sometimes he was just a big fat turkey!

“And God asked the feline spirit
Are you ready to come home?
Oh, yes, quite so, replied the precious soul
And, as a cat, you know I am most able
To decide anything for myself.

Are you coming then? asked God.
Soon, replied the whiskered angel
But I must come slowly
For my human friends are troubled
For you see, they need me, quite certainly.

But don't they understand? asked God
That you'll never leave them?
That your souls are intertwined. For all eternity?
That nothing is created or destroyed?
It just is....forever and ever and ever.

Eventually they will understand,
Replied the glorious cat
For I will whisper into their hearts
That I am always with them
I just am....forever and ever and ever.

Author Unknown”

     Thank you Scooby for being there for all of us, for all the listening, and for all the love you shared with us. We miss you so much but we know you are pain free, lounging around somewhere just waiting to see us again. We can’t wait either Scoob, love you always. 

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  1. nikki that was beautiful. he will always be missed. that really got to me, i love you scooby<3

    love always, melony.

  2. Awww what a handsome cat he was...It's amazing how our pets are always there for us in the background during the course of our lives...they live through our joys and our sadness with us. I have a big old cat named Maximus who still lives at my parents...he will be moving in with my brother soon and it makes me sad to think of him no longer being around. I miss having a pet but sadly my DH is not an animal-in-the-house type of person :(