
After seventeen+ wonderful years,
we said a final goodbye to our most beautiful cat Scully today.
Really, it was Bill's kitty.
He picked her out of a newborn litter and took her home at nine weeks old.
Scully was utterly devoted to him every day of her life.
Bill in turn spent almost every evening after dinner holding her,
giving her her full share of scratching and petting, and she purred and "knitted" his shirt and slept happily.
So, with tenderness and great emotion, we sewed her still body into a golden fabric pouch, then buried her in the side yard, right outside the studio window.
Ugh.
Tonight, we're each raw and stunned and tired and sniffley and inward.
Goodnight Scully and thank you.
We miss you.