The Daily Digital Photo
Chronicling the life of Clayton and Spenser, with memories of Scooter

May 8, 2007

Scooter has been gone for seven weeks and I miss him now more than ever. While Phillip and I certainly grieved after his death, there was also a sense of relief from the enormous stress of his illness and the sadness of knowing that his time left with us would be short. The relief tempered the pain, but in the last week or two the pain has grown and become sharp and it seems I can barely think about Scooter without crying, I miss him so much. I miss him when I brush my teeth at night and he is not there on the bathmat to supervise. I miss him when I walk the yard and find one of his countless toys that I don't have the heart to pick up. I miss him when I drink my coffee in the morning alone, no eyes on my mug, no drool on the floor. I miss him in the woods where it's so quiet without his honking. I miss him attacking my feet in bed.


I don't know if I have ever mentioned that when we adopted Scooter I wanted to change his name to Sherman. I thought it went well with Clayton and Spenser, goofy names in their own rights. But after a couple of days I realized that this dog was most definitely a Scooter and I stopped trying to change him. We called him Scooter, Scooter Patooter, Scootie Patootie, Patootie Pie: many variations along the same theme. I could never see him with any other name. He was a Scooter. And what a Scooter he was.