Scrapper--
I miss you so much. You completed me--after the death of Tino, I never thought I would feel happy again. But then, along came you. Grandson of Tino, AND, son of Carter--you were truly the Golden Boy. I told her not to leave you outside, with the wild ones. But, she did. And, when I got that phone call--I almost died. I screamed, and wanted to punch out my windshield. Not another. I lost Tino at 1 year old, and now Scrapper at the same. How can I go on? How can this be happening? I cried for 3 weeks, and planned a grand monument to you. I miss you, so much, little brown eyed boy. No one will ever replace you.