Archive for June, 2014

Yankee Stadium or Bust: Let’s try both!

Sunday, June 29th, 2014

Or, I went to Yankee Stadium and all I got was this lousy alternator!

Yesterday had been planned out for weeks. The plan was to go to Yankee Stadium to watch the Red Sox destroy the Yankees, but get to the Bronx several hours before the game to relax a bit, grab a bite to eat, etc. It was a day to be spent with friends, generally having a good time.

The day started out perfectly fine. We were taking two cars, and everyone was to meet at our house around noon. The plan was to drive an hour and a half, then take a train the rest of the way (another hour and a half) to the stadium. Some twenty minutes in, Mike notices the battery light is on. Seems like an odd thing to happen out of nowhere, so we pull into the next rest area, park and restart the car. It started up just fine, nothing seemed out of the ordinary except the battery light. Not knowing what was going on, we pulled back onto the highway and kept going. We got maybe another forty-five minutes in and the car starts coming to a slow, no matter how much gas Mike gave it. When you’re in the middle of the highway with cars coming up behind you at like 80mph and you’re slowing down, it’s a good time to panic. Luckily Mike was able to get to the shoulder right before the engine shut down completely.

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Remembering Scruffy

Tuesday, June 3rd, 2014

Dear Scruffy,

(Scruff, Scruffikins, Scruffy-Wuffy, Scruffington…)

We had a lot of silly names for you. 🙂 It’s been three days now, and I miss you more than ever. Saturday was one of the hardest days I’ve ever had to endure. To wake up and find that you had left us in the middle of the night was absolutely heartbreaking. I’m glad I spent Friday evening cuddled up with you on the couch, and I’m glad that Mike never left your side the entire night. It comforts me greatly knowing that you were surrounded by an immense amount of love in your final hours. And I know that love was reciprocated, as your little purring motor was in full force.

I still find myself looking for you every time I come home, and then the realization sets in. It’s definitely hard, and it’s going to take some time to work through. After all, you’ve been part of our lives for fifteen years. We’ve had a lot of happy times together, and you certainly gave us a lot to smile about:

It didn’t matter than I had just put your food down, for as soon as I made dinner for Mike and I, you decided that ours tasted better. I will miss the way you used to race to the fridge as soon as it opened, hoping for a piece of cheese. You were the only cat I knew that would literally beg. You’d stand on your hind legs and put your little paws together in an up-and-down motion and meow like crazy for that cheese, and of course, I always gave in. How could I resist that charm? I’ll never forget the silly way you used to lay, the front half of your body laying down on me, but your back half standing up. It looked so uncomfortable to me, but it seemed to have suited you just fine. Or how your tail was constantly in the shape of a question mark whenever you were walking around, lol. How about all those times when you jumped up on the bed, and I sent you back out of the bedroom, only for you to turn right around and do it again (and again and again)? You were a persistent little girl, that’s for sure. Even when you did something bad, we could never really be mad at you. You worked your way right into the core of our hearts, and not a single day will go by that we won’t miss you terribly.

Yesterday I thought I saw a cat go under the kitchen table, and I was so sure that it was Littles, but she was in a completely different room, so I’m convinced now that it was you, especially since that was one of your favorite places to lay. And I’m sure I’ve been hearing faint meows also. I’d like to think that you’re here with us, watching over us and letting us know that you’re okay.

When you left us, I cried so much throughout the day that my entire face hurt. And I know that when you come home tomorrow, I will likely be the same way. I will never forget you, and I will always reflect fondly on the good times we’ve shared. I love you so much, my sweet little Scruffy, and I will see you again someday. ♥

Love always, your human. ♥