Wake Westcott is in Doggy Heaven.

Wake Westcott

Age 14, ~2004 - November 16, 2018

After all, the ones that love us never truly leave us.

My family adopted Wake in April of 2005, I was in 3rd grade, my sister was in 1st and my brother had not yet started kindergarten. Though my parents had put our dog Marie down about a month before, Wake was our first true family dog.

We picked him out him from the Forsyth County Pound; they were having an exhibit called “furever friends” at the mall. His name was Emerson at the time, and we were warned that he was very skittish. He had a ring of scars around his collar line; he had most likely been tied up for most of his one(ish) year of life.

That’s the thing about rescues, you never really know how old they are, but we think Wake lived to be about 14.

When we first brought him home... I’ll admit he was funny looking. Skinny and afraid of his own reflection, most of our golden doodle and shitzu sporting friends and neighbors reluctantly called him “handsome” or “sweet."

However, eventually, he learned to love and trust us just as we did him. He was the perfect dog. Playful, tolerant, protective, and loving. He was never very smart, but he had the softest ears.

He loved unconditionally, as dogs do, but he especially loved his nightly walks, leftover chicken, the snow, ice cream (vanilla of course), his sister (and bff) Elsie, riding in the car, chasing squirrels at Stratford park, my grandfather and my parents.

He lived a long and healthy life, and we will miss him so much. We’ve always said that he won the doggy lottery.

The great thing about dogs like Wakey is that they’re always waiting to be rescued, and in a few months we’ll be able to give another homeless pup the perfect life.

For now, though, we mourn the loss of our best friend and treasured member of our family, Wake Emerson Westcott 💞🐾