Scooby Has Gone To The Rainbow Bridge

Dear sweet Scooby died in my arms this afternoon.
I was walking down the hall and he suddenly bolted out of nowhere in front of me, crashed into the wall. He lay on his back trying to turn himself over but couldn't. As I bent over to hold him, he tried to lift his head to breathe, then a full body spasm shook him and he was gone.
Just like that.
So quickly.
His brother Shaggy was at his side right away and together we stayed with his body. They were littermates and I know Shaggy was upset and confused by this too.
I cried into Scoobys soft black fur and stroked his white tuxedo belly for a long long time. I couldn't believe what I just witnessed and that in the blink of an eye he was gone from us.
I kept thinking, come on Scooby, wake up and move. Lets get more brushies in the bathroom. I'll turn the faucet on for you and you can have a nice long drink. But his little white feet got cold and I knew he had left me.
I still can't believe it. Shaggy is at my side as I write this.
There was absolutely nothing different for him this day than any other day of his life.
He was due to visit the vet tomorrow for his yearly exam. There was nothing the vet was watching with his health, and there was nothing I needed to discuss with him.


He's gone. Scooby is gone.
I was on our deck reading just an hour earlier and he was enjoying the smells of spring through the screen door. He wanted out but I said no. How I wish I had let him out. I didn't know that this would be his last few hours with me or I would have sat in the grass with him and brushed him.
He was the most gentle kitty soul you could imagine.