I can't believe he is gone. Scooter succumbed to kidney failure on Wednesday, May 4, after a long, tough fight. Ann and I were with him when he died.
Throughout the final weeks of his decline, Ann was his guardian angel, making sure he was never alone, feeding him by dropper day and night, and injecting him with painkiller when he needed it.
Veterinarian Kimberly Stagmeier made numerous visits to our home. She had prescribed a number of homeopathic remedies for Scooter over the last several years, which helped him live to a ripe old age. (Scooter had his 23rd birthday on April 10.)
Now there's a huge void in our home. Scooter's mischief and antics were a great source of joy and laughter for us as well as our families and friends. We are having a hard time accepting that he's gone, on several levels. He had been with Ann for half of her life. I met Scooter on my first date with Ann – I had never liked cats and he changed my mind immediately. He created so many wonderful memories for us over the years that will stay with me as long as I live.
I feel very fortunate to have known him for 14 years.