I decided yesterday on a plan for Scruffy’s memorial and had been sorting pictures of The Bear late into the night. So it’s not totally surprising that I had a dream about him.
In the dream, I had to leave Scruffy at his vet’s because I wasn’t able to provide him with the level of care he needed. I felt very sad about that and had gone back to visit him.
When I arrived at the vet’s, I peered into Scruffy’s room, and there he was in a pile of kitties, grooming and being groomed! He was so “into it” that he didn’t even notice me; and I didn’t want to disrupt his bliss, so I remained as inconspicuous as possible.
It seemed out of character for The Bear, but I felt very glad, knowing that he’d made wonderful friends and that he was having something he’d always missed out on.
It’s overcast here today. I lit a candle for Scruffy.
