Tuesday, May 22, 2012
One week ago, Tuesday night, a hit-and run driver killed Scruffy. He felt little. He was looking the wrong way as he scented something upwind on the street, crossing back to me at the open front door. The vehicle, running 40+ in a 25 zone, struck him with it's right two tires, in Scruffy's torso. The driver took no evasive action, and did not stop afterwards. He was unconscious when I got to him. We took him to the animal emergency room, where he was pronounced DOA. He loved to explore, and at 2330 at night there was little traffic. He never went far. I will never let myself forget. He will be cremated, and his ashes scattered in the yard. Wally.