I feel attacked by this relatable content.
Last night, Prime and I ran to our local Wal-Mart; we’re still waiting on the reissue Soundwave and cassettes to hit shelves and Wal-Mart is taking its time putting them out. So every chance we can, we check.
It was a fruitless endeavor, just like all the previous attempts. No, they weren’t ready for purchase, but Prime did find a pair of Studio Series Bumblebees: beater Bee from the 2007 film and WWII Bee from The Last Knight. He grabbed them. So it wasn’t a total waste of time.
Then we got into the car and started heading home. Scamper’s fan gave out. It’s working now, but barely.
Another cut, another bleed, another small death by degree. It’s not going to be long before we have to find a replacement for him. Prime has said if anything catastrophic were to happen to Scamper, that would be the end of the road.
I dread that day. I truly do.
He’s been faithful, my little Scamper and I hate to say goodbye. I know he’s just a car, but he’s been ours for so long; it’s hard to let him go.
When that day comes, I’ll cry. I know I will. There’s no point in fighting that particular emotion. But I’ll also be grateful. He’s a loyal little Autobot. He won’t be forgotten, that’s for certain.