I lost my girl Jezzie (also a Boxer) suddenly in 2008. One of the saddest days in my life. I never thought I'd get another dog until I saw an ad for Boxer puppies later that year. I decided to take my 2 children and visit them. There were two. I think they were both boys. One very hyper that scared my son and one calm one who we all fell in love with. We decided we needed to take him home with us. We decided on a name for him all the way home. I said to think of the names of dogs from tv. That's when we thought of Scooby Doo and decided on Scrappy. My big boy Scrappy. Over the years as he got bigger I called him Scraps because he was so big and Scrappy seemed like a small|
Dog name. Regardless of his name he was my boy. Mommas boy. He followed me everywhere. I loved him with all my heart and I know he loved me just as much. Everybody that knew Scrappy loved him. He was a gentle giant and such a good boy. When I found out in July that he had bone cancer my world fell apart. Why? Why my boy? He's only 9. We have so much more time left. But unfortunately we didn't. I opted not to amputate his "bad" leg because he had bad hips and that would make his hips worse and he'd have trouble walking. And I opted not to do chemotherapy because I didn't want him to be sick and tired. So I gave him pain medication and kept him comfortable for as long as I could. He did well for a while. Then he started crying a lot while he was laying down and couldn't get up anymore. I knew it was time. I made an appointment for October 6 to help him cross over to the rainbow bridge. I still can't believe my boy is gone. I miss him so much. My heart hurts. I have his urn next to my bed and some ashes in a paw necklace around my neck so he's always with me. There will never be another Scrappy.