Scully came into my life in 1997. She was brought to work in a shoebox by a co-worker. She was found on their doorstep that morning and she was going to the animal shelter if no one wanted her by the end of that work day……Fast forward 20 years, yes TWENTY and Scully is nearing the end of her time with me.
Scully was likely only a few weeks old and we had to bottle feed her in the beginning. She was about the size of a man’s hand. She was the noisiest, most vocal kitten – always talking, yelling, and meow-ing to get our attention. Her hair was a lot shorter when she was a kitten and she has this amazing skull pattern on her chest. So, between being noisy and having the skull, we named her Scully! Sorry X-files fans, not the reason for Scully.
For her entire life, when she was allowed, Scully has slept on me or by my side, usually tucked in by my shoulder. She continues to do this, to this day and I relish these continued snuggles and purrs that will be coming to an end soon.
Scully has been diagnosed with advanced kidney failure (her values were fine last year) and at her age there are few options to try besides keeping her comfortable and making sure she has a good quality of life. She still ‘yells’ at me when she wants to go on the back porch or thinks I’m not putting her food down fast enough. She still gets in bed with me each night and has taken to sleeping almost on my head again, as she did as a tiny kitten.
She has been a blessing and a joy to be loved by. She was unique in her own ways. She liked you or she didn’t (ask Michele). She LOVED, loved, loved shoes and flipflops that were recently worn, shoving her entire head inside and rolling around with them. She still checks out freshly worn shoes to this day.
In 2014, I lost Sam cat, age 20 ½. In 2016, I lost my male Irish Wolfhound Brogan, age 7, and this year I will lose Scully. The rainbow bridge continues to fill up. I am heartbroken, sad and I am blessed. Animals offer unconditional love and ask for very little in return (unless you are trying to sleep). She has been there for me and I will be there for her when the time comes. It is the only way I know how to love them unconditionally and to be holding them and talking to them when they go.
Soon, there will be only one. Piper my female Irish Wolfhound and Pet Therapy teammate (age 5) will continue on with a much quieter household for the time being.