Scruffy has had many happy days with his friends, but, recently one of his cousins was playing on the transformer in front of our house and met with a very unfortunate accident. It was fatal, I'm affraid. Scruffy was broken hearted.

He and his friends had a funeral and memorial service for their dearly departed friend. Hound Dog played his steel guitar in a very fitting rendition of Alvin and the Chipmunks', Where, Oh Where Are You Tonight.

All of the gang came to pay their respects. Scruffy made a few touching remarks as many tears were shed.

Because of his depression, we decided, with Scruffy, that a vacation would do him good. Mema bought Scruffy a airline ticket to visit the Johnson family, in
Texas, knowing that they were just the ones to cheer him up. So long, Scruffy. Give all of the Johnsons a big hug. Be sure to write. Hurry home, soon!