If God came down and said he would send me the most perfect dog, he still would have sent her. Her gentleness was unequaled. She would and could never harm a hair on another being. She so gentle that when I had a hamster, she would play with it and when it died, she mourned for it. She was so smart that I could teach her a trick in a day. She was so quirky that she would get mad at you if you took up too much of the bed. She was fast as lightning, and could run like the wind, with her silly messy fur blown back and tongue hanging out. She once caught
a bee in her mouth.
She was silly and smart and loving and my best friend. She knew when I was sick and knew when I was mad. She was a first class second-hand dog that fate sent me 15 years ago. She was two when I got her and I could not have asked for a more even tempered, loving friend.
The best friend I ever had.
She was a gift for 15 years and I fought and struggled for the past 7 years to make sure we could stay together when my family fell apart. n times of hardship, she got food before me. In good times we played and loved and cuddled. In the end she struggled to be the good dog she always was. She was slow and in pain and my baby tried
so hard to be a good dog.
Her last day was spent laying on my chest and I think she dozed off and had a few puppy dreams. On the ride to the vet she did not look out the window but looked straight into my eyes. I held her as she died. I would not leave her in death because I never left her in life. She was the greatest gift I ever received. People have said she was lucky to have me.
No, I was lucky to have HER.
I love you, my baby Scruff-A-Nutter,
| Trish |