When ever I lay down Mr Scrappy was there on my chest purring, making biscuits and gently nuzzling my neck.
I used to pet him, and when I had to do something else, and he would wait for me to return.
Once in a while I would be a little impatient, now I realize how much he loved me.
And do I ever miss Mr Scrappy running down the hall, and gently nuzzling me.
One Fine Day, he will do that nuzzling again and I will never stop him, ever again.