{"id":18891,"date":"2018-08-28T00:01:57","date_gmt":"2018-08-28T04:01:57","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/zeezoey.com\/blog\/?p=18891"},"modified":"2018-08-26T14:17:01","modified_gmt":"2018-08-26T18:17:01","slug":"remembering-scrubby-for-rainbow-bridge-remembrance-day-2018-and-blog-hop","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/zeezoey.com\/blog\/remembering-scrubby-for-rainbow-bridge-remembrance-day-2018-and-blog-hop\/","title":{"rendered":"Remembering Scrubby for Rainbow Bridge Remembrance Day 2018 and Blog Hop"},"content":{"rendered":"

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I founded Rainbow Bridge Remembrance Day back in 2015, a couple years after my beloved Ragdoll cat, Mr. Jazz crossed the Rainbow Bridge on August 28, 2013. While the day was created in tribute to his passing, today I thought I\u2019d share a memory of another very special cat in my life, one from back when I was in my late teens, early 20\u2019s, which was around the late 1970’s, early 1980’s.<\/p>\n

Scrubby was born the runt of the litter, a sweet little polydactyl tabby cat with one eye partially formed and limited vision in the other. Being a misfit myself for most of my childhood, constantly being bullied in school for wearing thick, coke-bottle eyeglasses, having long, stringy hair, being shy, and always the shortest kid in class, I felt an immediate connection and protective bond with this scrawny, precious being and took her under my care.<\/p>\n

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My sweet little Scrubby. I loved her so much.<\/p><\/div>\n

When I took her to the vet for the first time, I was horrified to learn he thought I was there to put Scrubby to sleep. All I wanted to do was make sure she was okay \u2013 was she in any pain, would her eyesight get better, would she experience any growth spurts, those kinds of things. Regardless of any of the answers, I would have done anything for this kitty who had stolen my heart, and with a proud resolve, I quickly took Scrubby home and made a note to find a new vet.<\/p>\n

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Scrubby snoozing on the couch.<\/p><\/div>\n

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Just like any other cat, Scrubby loved sitting in baskets, even those too small for her…<\/p><\/div>\n

Scrubby was a couple years old before I got married at 19, and that’s when my husband was introduced to my propensity for animal rescue. I don\u2019t think we were even married a year before we had three other cats (Meagan, Friday, and Tosha), as well as an Old English Sheepdog we named Murphy. Never once did Scrubby hiss at any of them, rather she was joyful to be around them, in particular, Murphy, who Scrubby adored.<\/p>\n

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Scrubby sharing a chair with cat-mate, Meagan.<\/p><\/div>\n

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Scrubby and Murphy – best friends. Doesn’t this picture just melt your heart?<\/p><\/div>\n

She was an incredibly happy-go-lucky cat. Anywhere I was, she wanted to be and often she would ride on my shoulders, munching on my hair. She also loved to go outside and we had an apartment in which I would let her walk down the sidewalk on a leash for her safety. It must have been her depth perception, however, because she never once veered off the sidewalk to the grass. Even so, you could sense her happiness at the freedom of being in the fresh air and passersby would get such a kick out of seeing a cat on a leash!<\/p>\n

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Scrubby was a very affectionate cat and depending on where I was, she would find a way to be with me.<\/p><\/div>\n

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Scrubby loved being outside and I was taking her for walks on a leash long before it became a popular thing to do with cats.<\/p><\/div>\n

Scrubby remained unusually tiny her whole life and never experienced a heat cycle. She never cared she had a disability or was different, and I loved her all the more for it. She lived with me for 10 joyful years before I had to help her cross the Bridge, a moment that broke my heart at the time. I haven’t thought of her in a while and this post was a beautiful trip down memory lane for me, reliving all the wonderful times I shared with her and the enormous happiness she brought to my heart and life.<\/p>\n

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Scrubby standing on the kitchen chair, no doubt waiting for a treat. No matter how many times I see this picture, it never fails to bring a smile to my face.<\/p><\/div>\n

Thank you for being part of this special day. We are hosting our annual Rainbow Bridge Remembrance Day Blog Hop here at Zee & Zoey’s and we also have an event page set up on our Purr Prints of the Heart Facebook page<\/a> if you care to share there as well. Blessings to you all – I know the day can be sad, but I also hope it has also provided some joyful and happy memories for you. And to all my dear angels, I love and miss you so much.<\/p>\n

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R.I.P. my beautiful, precious angels. I love and miss you all so much.<\/p><\/div>\n

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Lastly, for those of you either looking for a personal way to help someone through the grieving process, or if you need help yourself with grieving, please consider reading the book that started it all for me: Purr Prints of the Heart \u2013 A Cat\u2019s Tale of Life, Death, and Beyond.<\/em> While clinical, self-help books on grieving serve a great purpose, sometimes a true-life experience that someone can directly relate to is the best way to help a person process their feelings, so they don\u2019t feel so alone in the complex range of emotions they are experiencing. Purr Prints<\/em> is a warm, spirited, and poignant tale written in the meow voice of Mr. Jazz that has touched the hearts of those who have read it. Please visit our books page<\/a> for information on how to order the book, including options for personalization for those who would like the book autographed in tribute to a lost pet.<\/p>\n

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Thank you for joining the Rainbow Bridge Remembrance Day Blog Hop<\/p><\/div>\n


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