The shock of Scooch’s improbable eleventh-hour visitation quickly gave way to sadness as I took in the beautiful, heart-annihilating scene before me. Kit and Mister Scooch—my family. Some of the happiest memories of my life were just of Kit and me snuggled up in bed or on the couch marveling at something ridiculous Mister Scooch was doing with his mouth or his paws. Scooch hung out for another two or three minutes, before hopping up and off the bed. It was just long enough, I supposed, for him to say goodbye.
