So usually, I post funny links and observations, but for this post, I’m doing something a bit different: an ode to a pet who left a special mark on my heart.
Last week, my pet of 14 years peacefully passed in his sleep, at the age of 16 (which, by the way, is 98 in human years). His name was Sergeant Scruffy and he truly was a stupendous, cockamamie, sweet dog.
- Sergeant Scruffy
I remember the day that my brother and mom brought you home – Your little head popped up through the window of the front gate. They were laughing. It was an impulsive decision on their part, but I was so happy to have a new pet to love. I was 13. You were 2.
I remembered when we tried to change your name to Sparky. Sparky didn’t work… Scruffy did fit you better. Plus you’re a Sergeant, who would want to take that title away?
I remember the way you went berserk (happily) every time we pet you. My friend called you the Will Ferrell of the dog world.
I remember when you got hit by the car (that was about ten years ago!). The day when you snuck through the side gate unnoticed by us. I remember the woman getting out of her car and crying profusely, and the fact that she came back later to make sure you were okay. Your leg was a little beat up, but you lived you lucky, lucky dog.
I remember the way you would itch Continue reading