We lost our good pal Scrappy on March 16th. I met Scrappy about 3 months before opening my cupcake business. I was stressed out and up in the middle of the night re-crunching numbers for the gagillionth time when I first met Scrappy. He was, as the name might suggest, pretty scrappy--a bag of bones, missing fur in key areas, and hungry. I fed him a can of tuna, and he became my first pet/thing that relied on me to live. I really wanted Junior to meet Scrappy-but that wasn't meant to be. I like to think of Scappy as the part of my life that represented compelete hedonism toward self/business, whereas my focus going forward should go back to taking care of my self in a better way so I can be stronger for Kelly and The Junior. Because of this switch in my focus, I don't think the two could meet - it wouldn't make sense. At least that brings me a little comfort. I'll miss my scrap cat, but I can't wait for The Junior.
1 comment:
rip, scrappy. xo
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