Farewell to a good Friend - Scooter 1998-2012

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I held a dying friend in my arms on Friday and said good-bye. He was the kind of friend who didn't laugh at me when I went around all day with my stupid shirt on inside out. He didn't make snide comments when my socks were two different colors. He just had a big smile for me. He didn't mind when my clothes were mismatched and quite frankly he wouldn't have gone out the door looking like me. He just smiled. He was a big lump of sugar, a big lump of unconditional love for someone who has missed that mark on many an ocassion. When breakfast was not quite up to his specifications, he would pickup his empty bowl and toss it at me. Okay, I get the message. He was a good, strong Welshman, a dear friend, a true companion, and I will miss him terribly. Godspeed on your journey my friend.