We just lost our beloved little Scooter on Aug. 3rd,2001. It was the saddest day of my life after losing my Grandma in 1998. How we loved that little rascal. We got him at 7 wks. of age. He was the runt of his litter and the feistiest I might add. But to know Scooter was to love Scooter. He was my 10 yr. old son’s dog so to speak. Scooter slept in his bed with him everynight without failure. My son’s room is upstairs. Scooter could make it up but couldn’t come down on his own. (because of his long Dachshund body) I’ll never forget the way he would look down at me from upstairs tail thumping against the wood waiting to come down and greet the rest of the family.
His nickname was the “black bandit” for he was always taking hotdogs from my unknowing daughter’s hand. Scooter died from antifreeze poisoning. He died a terribly painful death. I didn’t know the signs of antifreeze poisoning and I got him to the Vet too late. I am carrying alot of guilt right now. It’s almost too much to bear along with the sadness and grief of actually losing our dear family member.
The last thing my Husband said after burying our Scooter was “most people should have the heart this dog had”. We will miss him for a long time to come.
This has left such a huge void in our hearts. Nowhere in my home or yard can I go and not think of our special little dog. Our hearts ache for our “black bandit”. He was the most loyal courageous and comical dog. And we still love him so. His companion Precious is carrying his offspring now. Hopefully she will have a male for us to keep and cherish in Scooter’s memory.
In loving memory of the 11th generation SCOOTER BOY. Forever in our hearts and minds.
Your family
Dave Kellee
Tyler & Kasey Reed.