The House without a Soul. Scooby was the spark that drove all the activity in the house day and night. Now he is gone things are quite different. Featured photo is the last photo taken of Scooby in bed with his buddy Zeke sleeping holding Scooby’s tail. . Thanksgiving was a meal at a Dennys restaurant. No cooking no mess. All the family and friends in the generation before me are gone. Many in my generation have passed on. I remember Thanksgiving as a great gathering of people and looked forward sharing it. Now even the cats are aged. Scooby was 14 and the other two siblings are both 15. I got Zeke and Opie as kittens. We are all pushing it now.

Opie is now free to roam out of her room and now roams the entire second floor; however, she still won’t go downstairs as she thinks Scooby is down there waiting to chase her around. Carrying her down is pointless as she runs back upstairs. Zeke doesn’t know what to do with his time; Opie does not play with him. Years back they were close. I got Zeke a reindeer tent and gave it him, but Opie took it over and now claims two of them. Maybe something different would do. So Zeke just sits downstairs looking out windows. The catio is falling apart and I haven’t repaired it. My heart isn’t in it. Zeke comes downstairs to ask me for treats or food and he has been sleeping on the penguin blanket, and sitting on my lap sleeping or watching tv. Like Scooby did, he now shows up about 2:30 AM to ask for food. Opie’s hair from her grooming is growing back.

I have always had visits from “ghost” cats after a cat death but next to nothing since Scooby died. The next day; however, I found his favorite shoelace in the middle of the living room floor, and I am sure it was not there as I don’t leave strings and such out. He used to pull it out of the toy basket. I have not put away any of his things. It’s too sad. If there were one thing I could have for Christmas, it would be for him to come home alive again. He was my best friend at my side day and night.

I wasn’t going to do Christmas as it seems so sad without Scooby, but the day after Thanksgiving I was all alone and decided to put up the decorations. I remember Scooby helping me and have some photos of the two us taken by my daughter in December 2022. He never would leave the little tree alone. Today his remains are underneath the tree with his collar and some catnip mice. My heart is heavy and the days are hard and lonely.There are photos following showing all that I have described above.