TILL WE MEET AGAIN, SCOOTER...
We had a cute little mutt
for about nineteen years.
He never caused any problems
and his devotion, brought joyful tears.
He got along with all the dogs
as their owners walked on by.
He'd rush to the fence and say hello!
He was quite the little guy...
When he turned 112 years old
I took him to a groomer.
After they shaved him down a bit,
he looked like an early bloomer!
He started acting like a puppy again
and we thought it was just so cute!
But sometimes at night we muzzled him,
as his barking, we had to mute.
Well, this year was the worst for him.
His health took a downward turn.
He lost his hearing and most of his sight
and for the old days, we did yearn...
He then lost his bodily functions
and we still just tried to cope.
His pain got worse, he started to convulse,
and to be relieved was his only hope.
I took him to the Vet
as it was best we put him to sleep.
With his head in my hand, I sobbed...
He was relaxed and never uttered a peep.
I told him I'd see him on the other side
and to let us know he was okay.
The Vet then said, "He's passed away."
Closed the door and let me stay.
I shook his head briskly!
Because to me, he didn't seem dead?
I said my final good-byes
and drove home with a heavy head.
I know this was right,
it had to be done.
He did die peacefully,
before prolonged agony had begun.
I take comfort in this,
but now there's the empty nest.
He was very unique and quite
frankly, the best...
"Till We Meet Again Scooter..."
Copyright@WrittenByKathleenZvetkoff
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