Last week, we buried our darling cat, Scooby. He went missing the day I left for a work trip, and a few days later when I returned, we found his remains, attacked by some animal unknown. I won’t say more about how he died. I only wish to speak about how he lived. Scooby was our third cat, an outdoor stray who adopted us a little over two years ago. He quickly stole our hearts. He was simply the kindest cat I’ve ever known. You’d think a stray cat would be hesitant or antisocial, but Sco...
