I never got a chance to formally introduce him (I wanted to start a journal about him), but I will now. This is Scar.
Yes, he only has one eye, but I think that is why he spent more than two months of his young life in a cold cramped cup in Petsmart. I could not bear to leave him there another time, so yesterday, I finally bought him and snuck him home. He was a survivor. He survived whatever it was that destroyed half his face, the subpar conditions of his plastic prison at Petsmart, the unkind eyes that passed over him each time, the ruthless test of time...
But he died in peace in a home. I'm very sad about this, but at the very least, I can say that. He died in a 82 degrees Fahrenheit, 3 gallon home with smooth glass beads beneath him, a silk plant, and a little cup to hide in.
SIP Scar. You are home now.
These are his last pictures.