Early yesterday morning Scuzzy lost his fight with a UTI suddenly and died in my arms. He had been doing so well with treatment but then suddenly fell and was unable to get up. When I picked him up he was limp and just dead weight. He soon passed on.
I only had Scuzzy for a year and seven months, but he did live a long life, although only a pampered one once I finally became his owner. I hope that I was able to make up for the neglect and being passed around from house to house in his youth.
I loved you with all my heart, Scuzzy. I hope where ever you are right now you know how much I miss you.