In memory

Of our Scamp, (aka "little beggar", "Big dog" "Big")

Last night, when Mike and I got home from an evening out, we found Scampy dead. Mike took him to the vet today for an autopsy. I cannot believe he came up with this idea and even said, "the cost doesn't matter". He just wants us to know for sure what happened to him. The vet determined that the wound was from another dog bite. This explains everything. We thought he had been shot because of how the wound looked. But after shaving him, she saw other wounds. No wonder we didn't see anything wrong with Scamp when we were home.....our other dog, Maggie, killed him when we were gone. It explains how she was acting last night, too.

We got Scamp from a woman named Angie who worked at the hospital and became friends with Amber and I. She heard us talking one day about how we would like to have a little dog and said that she was wanting to find a home for her Shih-Tzu because they were so busy they didn't have time to give him the love he needed. We loved him from the moment we saw him.

He was stupid though. Poor inbred little guy. If he wandered too far from home he couldn't find his way back. We lost him twice because of his wanderings. He would follow the big dogs out and about, but they would be able to move faster than his little legs would carry him. Fortunately we were able to find him. One time my boss found him and he went for a ride on the bus, delivering all the children.

We will miss him very much. He was definitely part of the family. I know dogs don't go to heaven, but there is a part of me that really hopes that Amber has her Scamp to play with and cuddle again.