When Scoutie passed, He fell asleep in my arms at the vet's office, and never woke up.
We buried him near the gazebo. There is a patch of lilies right next to him. There is a resin plaque in the shape of a paw print to mark his grave. It reads "You left your paw print on my heart".
There were no strangers in Scoutie's world. Everyone he met was an instant friend. He loved people, and other dogs, and going for rides, and new places, and being told how handsome he was. When Scoutie discovered that the small pond by the gazebo was home to a frog, he spent hours on his belly staring at the water.
Scoutie was a sweet little guy. I used to smuggle him into work with me, and he became the well-loved, unofficial mascot at my office. He brought so much joy into my life. Unfortunately, he was diagnosed with liver disease last October. Since both his dad and I are retired, we were able to spend every waking hour with him, until our last trip to the vet.
I keep waiting for him to come home. I look down the hallway, expecting to see him peeking his head out of the bedroom. I expect to hear him walking around in the night. I go to the back door to let him in before I realize he's not out in the yard. I miss him so much, and wonder if I'll ever get past this heartache.
Lend me A Pup
He'll bring his charms to gladden you (and should his stay be brief),
I've looked the whole world over in search of teachers true
"I fancied that He heard me say, Dear Lord, thy will be done,
I woke up very sad this morning. I had a terrible dream that Scoutie was lost, and although I searched and searched, I could not find him, and I had to leave to go home. When I awoke, I realized that Scoutie would have turned 12 this week. He's been gone for almost 6 months, and it still hurts. It probably always will...
Scoutie's been gone 2 years and a day. I still go out to the lily patch, and straighten his headstone. I still tell him that I love him and miss him.
We took our pandemic rescue dog to the vet today for shots. As I was checking out, the vet tech at the counter was looking at our records and said, "You're Scout's mom; I remember him! He was such a sweet dog." My heart was gladdened to know he is still remembered. I know I will never forget him...
It's been three years and two weeks since Scoutie has been gone. I still miss him so much, and still get a lump in my throat when I think of him or talk about him. His picture is still next to my bed where it's been for many years. Sochi, the pandemic rescue dog, is a sweet little thing, and I feel affection for him, but I will never love another dog the way I loved my Scoutie.