Please move your cursor around the picture of our daughter
hugging our dog Scout, and see the ripples her loss
has caused in our lives.
SCOUT
WHO WAS TAKEN FROM US SO CRUELY ON
DECEMBER 13, 1998.
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My husband, Mike and I got Scout when our daughter was just a few months old. We had such high hopes for her. She was going to be the faithful dog that grew up with and protected our daughter. She was also going to be the hunting dog that Mike had longed for. In the short time we were blessed by knowing her, she lived up to those expectations so well. She was the most loving dog, and tolerated our daughter pulling her tail and ears with no effort at all. She was the best family dog you could have asked for.
 Scout turned out to be a good hunter too, and Mike was so proud of her. She was his pride and joy. She was able to go along for two trips pheasant hunting and Mike bragged to anyone who would listen about how well Scout was doing.
 Having a baby in the house, I began to get upset by the amount of hair on the floor. It seemed to be everywhere! I suggested that we build her a pen outside so she could spend some time outside, and hopefully cut down on the hair in the house. She still was allowed in the house, this just gave us a place where she could go when she wasn't in the house. To this day, I feel so much guilt in my heart for that decision.
 My family left our house and went to dinner with our daughter and when we returned from Minnesota later that evening we picked her up from my parent's house. It was dark when we got home, so we went in and unpacked and hugged Taylor a million times. This was our first time away from her.  The next morning we looked out the window and Scout appeared to be laying in the sun. Mike yelled out to her to say hello. She never moved. For a few minutes we thought she was just asleep in the warmth of the sun. We were so wrong. Mike yelled to her again and she didn't move. Mike turned to me and light heartedly said "What, is she dead?" I called out to her, and again she never moved. Suddenly it did not seem like a joke. Something was very wrong. I threw on a jacket and shoes and ran to her pen. Before I even got to her I knew she was gone. She was so still. All I can remember is yelling as loud as I could for Mike. I didn't know how to tell him that his pride and joy was gone. To this day, I will never forget the pain that I saw in Mike's eyes. We sat beside her lifeless body and cried so hard. I gently picked her up from the bed of snow in which she was laying, and carried her out of her pen. I layed her down on the snow and held her. Mike still could not bare to touch her, or even to look at her. His heart was forever broken. ....And so was mine. When we moved her from her pen we noticed that there was blood where she was laying, and upon closer inspection, we found blood in many spots in her pen. We had no idea what could have happened to our precious dog. I checked her over and there appeared to be nothing wrong with her. And then, when I rolled her over I found a small hole in her neck. She had been shot. During the 3 hour time period between when my family left my home, and the time we arrived home, someone had come up to her and shot our poor helpless dog while she was in her pen. What kind of person could be so cruel? As most labs are, she was loving dog. Actually just a pup still. She was only two years old, and there was not a mean bone in her body. Yet someone thought that for some reason she had to die. We are not sure who did this, although we have a few ideas. We don't know if this was a prank, or something worse aimed at us personally. But whoever did this....they won. Our lives will never be the same. It's been years now, but the wound is as fresh as it was the day she was taken from us. Not a day goes by that we don't think of her, and the thought of her still brings tears almost every time. We miss her more than anyone could ever imagine. There has to be a better, kinder place than here...and I pray that Scout has found that place and feels no pain. |
| ~The Rainbow Bridge~
- - Author Unknown
There is a bridge connecting Heaven and Earth. It is called the "Rainbow Bridge" because of it's many colors. Just this side of the Rainbow Bridge there is a land of meadows, hills and valleys with lush green grass.
When a beloved pet dies, the pet goes to this place. There is always food and water and warm spring weather. The old and frail animals are young again. Those who are maimed are made whole again. They play all day with each other.
There is only one thing missing. They are not with their special person who loved them on Earth. So each day they run and play until the day comes when all those pets you have loved suddenly stop playing and look into the distance. Their bright eyes are intent, their eager bodies quiver. Suddenly they begin to run from the group, flying over the green grass, their legs carrying them faster and faster.
You have been spotted, and when you and your special friends meet, you take them in your arms and embrace in a joyous reunion, never to be parted again. The happy kisses rain upon your face, your hands again caress their beloved heads and you look once more into the trusting eyes of your pets, so long gone from your life but never absent from your heart.
...Then you cross the Rainbow Bridge together. Never again to be separated. |
Will Never Be Forgotten
Thank you Trudi, this means so much.
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