I had been sleeping in the living room for over a year with him because he could not walk up the stairs to the bedroom anymore. During the last two days of his life he did not eat or drink anything, he had cancer and arthritis and back problems. He was a brave, brave little dog he never cried in pain or ever complained. He was a stoic little dog and a faithful companion for many long years.
I adopted Scooby from the shelter because my daughter wanted a dog about thirteen years ago. That lasted about two days. He quickly became my dog, and I welcomed the responsibility of caring for him. For the first time in all the years I had lived here in my home I ventured out and went for long walks in my neighborhood, all because of Scooby, because of Scooby I discovered lovely parks and streams right beside my home. I found out that my neighborhood has gardens and walking paths and many other people with dogs. I got to know each of them, and found that I could be friendly with humans as well as animals, because of Scooby.
Because of my past as a trafficked child, and the eight years I spent being trafficked on the streets of New York, I had no trust left in my soul for human beings, my faith in mankind had been broken and Scooby helped me heal. Scooby brought me back to the world and to myself. He was my faithful companion for for over thirteen years and I miss him deeply for so many reasons. There is a hole in my soul that grieves is furry face and warm body, and his undying love. I cannot stand to be here in my own home because he is not here anymore.
I know, I hope that time will help heal and I will stop grieving this deeply sometime in the future. Scooby was more than a dog to me he was my best friend and he helped bring me back from complete isolation and mistrust of the entire human race.
On our long walks I would talk to him about my past, I would tell him things I had never told anyone else. And he listened, I like to believe he understand some part of my words, and he did understand several for sure. When I had to leave him here at home I would tell him, be right back and he would stop trying to go with me. If I told him lets go for a walk he would go stand by the door. So he was a smart little dog and I loved him.
For those of you who have a pet in your lives I know you understand my pain, and for those who have never known the special bond and undying love of a companion animal, I urge you to go adopt a pet from a shelter or a rescue for animals. I know in my heart that the love, loyalty, laughter, is worth any pain at the end of the road, I know I will endure this horrible pain I feel now, because Scooby helped me learn that I am a strong woman and I will always love him for sharing his life with me.