The Life Of A Scottie

Thursday, July 18, 2019

July 4th, 2006 - July 17th, 2019 R.I.P. Little Girl.

July 17th, 2019

Today, I lost a part of me. My beloved Scottie, Bailey. Life without her will never be the same.

I came home today and had to deal with collecting up everything that reminds me of you. Not because I ever want to forget, but because I have to be able to move on and not dwell on the fact that you are gone. I may have paid the mortgage but this was every bit YOUR house.

Some may say, "she is just a dog" but those whose lives you had touched know better. You had a personality bigger than anything around you and yet you were very much a Scottie. Those who have known Scotties know the honour bestowed upon them to be able to interact with such a bold presence. You made friends everywhere you went. Your trademark nose-bops were always something to look forward to and Lord knows you would never be ignored.

The world was a better place when you were here and now I'm sure doggie heaven is celebrating your arrival. I am so sorry I could not have done more to give you a longer life here on earth, but I hope you know you were loved unlike any other.

Good Bye, my Little Angel. Until we meet again.

Wednesday, January 11, 2017

A Pet's Prayer - Written by Beth Norman Harris

Treat me kindly, my beloved master, for no heart in all the world is more grateful for kindness than the loving heart of me.

Do not break my spirit with a stick for though I should lick your hand between the blows, your patience and understanding will more quickly teach me the things you would have me do.

Speak to me often, for your voice is the world's sweetest music, as you must know by the fierce wagging of my tail when your footstep falls upon my waiting ear.

When it is cold and wet, please take me inside, for I am now a domesticated animal, no longer used to bitter elements. And I ask no greater glory than the privilege of sitting at your feet beside the hearth. Though had you no home, I would rather follow you through ice and snow than rest upon the softest pillow in the warmest home in all the land, for you are my god and I am your devoted worshiper.

Keep my pan filled with fresh water, for although I should not reproach you were it dry, I cannot tell you when I suffer thirst. Feed me clean food, that I may stay well, to romp and play and do your bidding, to walk by your side, and stand ready, willing and able to protect you with my life should your life be in danger.

And, beloved master, should the great Master see fit to deprive me of my health or sight, do not turn me away from you. Rather, hold me gently in your arms as skilled hands grant me the merciful boon of eternal rest and I will leave you knowing the last breath I drew, my fate was ever safest in your hands.