Went to the pound yesterday to look for Scobi to no avail. It’s been over a week.
We’ve had Scobi since we were married, or two months after we got married really.
I don’t mean for this to be a super downer post or anything, just want to remember him a little bit.
We aren’t really cat people, more dog people. If we had to have a cat though, Scobi was perfect for us. A great cuddler.
I don’t know what his life was like before becoming apart of our family. The shelter guessed that he was 8, which would make him 10 now. We gave him a good life for a little while, I’d like to think.
And I know he could still show up again on our doorstep. Cats do that. But I don’t think that he will. I think he’s gone.
I know he’s just a cat, and I definitely won’t miss him scratching our leather couch or sharpening his claws on our chairs, but I’ll miss him still.
I don’t imagine we will get another cat. Like I said, we are more dog (and chicken) people. And I don’t think any other cat could top Scobi.