Scotty is in Doggy Heaven.

Scotty

Age 1, November 11, 2008 - November 11, 2009

A dog is the only thing on earth that loves you more than he loves himself

Nickname: braburas, barbudo, Chaparrito mas bonito, negrito,

SCOTTY THE TERRIFYING TERRIER

[[ ‘Our superiority over other animals amounts to little, for all is vanity.’ It reminds us that we are animals too, a very particular primate, but an ape nevertheless. We need to be more aware of the fact that we are a part of creation rather than apart from creation, and be more humble and inclusive in our thoughts and prayers for all God's creation. We would not dream of allowing a human life to end without appropriate ceremony and thanksgiving - it is high time that we ended this practice with regard to our animal companions and gave them the love and respect in death that they so richly deserve in life. ]] derived from http://www.all-creatures.org/articles/mourning-goodbye.html

Very inspiring. It's calming to see that me and my husband aren't the only ones mourning a beloved family member covered in fur and that has four legs. We often feel crazy by the reactions we get when we say we cremated my Scotty. I feel as if he was our son. We loved him as if he was. We cared for him, cleaned up after him, fed him and hugged him as well as kissed him every chance he'd let us. He was very much loved, that's for sure! Anybody who was lucky to meet him instantly fell in love with him. I can tell :D

He was silly, goofy, and enjoyed a simple game of fetch. He'd love to perform his tricks (even if they were just "SIT", "GIMME THE PAW", "NO" [he'd stop in his tracks and sit because he knew it was wrong], "GO", "HIGH FIVE", "GET IN THE CRATE", "VAMONOS" [he'd go towards the direction I'd point my finger to] and a few others). He certainly loved to please, and obey, it was in his nature. He was a very intelligent dog, I only perceived him getting smarter and stronger as he got older, but he wasn't given the time to prove momma right.

He knew he made us happy, and I'm very sure we made his life with us the best thing that ever happened to him. He was given to us from Rick's (my Husband) friend's sister-in-law. I can remember like it was yesterday...

This is the story of how he came to be OUR dog....
***It was January 7th, 2009; they had heard their dogs barking constantly but didn't check what it was until morning. They found a scared pup hiding in the corner. Turns out he had 'escaped' from next door. The reason I use that word "escaped" is because this lady was known for animal abuse. She's had goats confined in a tiny space with no water or food for day's, and no room to walk. She was reported to the local animal control multiple times and they cited her to fix the area accommodating for goats or have them move to a place ready for them to be held properly within the guidelines, if not they'd take them from her. Eventually they ended up taking them from her.

Well, turns out that one of her many "significant others" (and I do mean 'many' by the stories I've heard from them, and these are trustworthy people) gave her this expensive Scottish Terrier as a gift. They are $1,800 here where I'm from. She put Scotty outside in her backyard with her full grown Dalmatian. I'm guessing he was scared and tried to take hut in a corner and found a way into the next door neighbors back yard.

And the rest is history as they say.

Ricky's friend knew since before, when we had a conversation about his sis-in-law's cute dog having baby's, to let us have one if the day came since we had almost a year earlier lost our Chiwiennie named Penny, a Chihuahua wiener dog mix due to a car having ran her over.

He calls us that evening after his sis-in-law having found him and asks us if we were interested in giving him a good home. I had seriously about a week earlier or two been speaking to Rick about getting another dog. I missed having someone to love and love me back unconditionally and I felt it was time to give it another chance to rekindle that love towards something so innocent, a furry addition to our family (we have no kids).

We went by as soon as possible and I remember clearly, he was wandering around her living room floor, peeing and pooping since he had just ate some dog food. She goes after him, picks him up, and instantly as she hands him to me, licks my face with a wag in his tail. It was the cutest thing. He wasn't even on my chest yet, haha she and I were still holding him as I grabbed to carry him to me. My heart sunk into my stomach and I wanted to scream, "YES WE'LL TAKE HIM!!!" but I just smiled and looked over to Rick. I asked him what he thought since we were living in an apartment that didn't allow animals, but we were already thinking of moving, so we decided in a millisecond with just a look and a nod, "We'll keep him" we said.

They made me promise to give him a good home and lots of love. Trust me it wasn't hard to love this lil fella :D I instantly knew he'd come home to live a great and happy life, FULL of toy's and treats. So then came the million dollar question, "What are you going to name him?" I claimed to not know but I had a few ideas of something cute like Champ, or Scout, but he was a Scottish Terrier and she stated, "Why not Scotty?" I looked at him and then at Ricky, and that's when we decided to officially go with Scotty. She seemed surprised like I wasn't going agree with it, but it felt right, and part of that decision was since I didn't know anybody else with a Scottish Terrier. But yes, this was just the beginning of his life!

We ended up moving to another apartment around August 2009, but soon due to no money income since we both lost our jobs, moved back in with my parents in June 2009 after having snuck him in and out - time after time because we hadn't paid the $300 deposit per animal.

Finally, he had a home with a yard to play and run around in. Secured, and not to mention, being able to socialize! Oh the day's of him panting and jumping around at the front door, doing circles due to the excitement he had so he could go out and play with my Mom's dogs, and mark his territory hehe. He sure loved to do that.

So sad to know he's never coming back. I have tons of pictures and video's in fear of ever losing him, I just never thought it'd be to Parvo, and so early in his life. We didn't even have him for his first Thanksgiving or Christmas. I regret not taking him with me Trick or Treating when I accompanied my sister and my niece's.

Everybody in our family enjoyed his company since he was so good at making people's day brighter, and depressed day's disapear with only a simple lick, or a few little hops on his hind legs around you. He loved to give kisses and loved to take rides with his head or half his body out the window enjoying the breeze! I have lot's of video's and picture's of that also :D

THE NIGHTMARE THAT TOOK HIM FROM US

Saturday November 7th, 2009

My mom was feeding the dogs that evening when she say's she noticed him not acting his normal self. The Scotty we knew always scarfed down his food, but today he just picked at it and went to the grass and layed down. I would try to play with him, called him over and he'd still respond normally, but something wasn't the same, something was wrong.

Sunday November 8th, 2009

I noticed that when I'd call him over to our bedroom, since he would sleep in our bedroom floor, he was very much noticeably lethargic. Something was wrong, I was worried he probably ate something that made his stomach upset, maybe? Later on during the night, since we stay up late, we would smell something horrid. Me and Rick would constantly ask each other if we may have passed gas, I know TMI but it wasn't us, Scotty was uncontrollably passing gas. We laughed it off since he once farted a long time before, but now was every so often. We never thought it was something so serious and abrupt, something so merciless that would take him from us all.

Monday November 9th, 2009

I wake up at around 7:30a.m. with Scotty vomiting for the first time. I automatically call my Mom and she said to take him to the veterinary clinic. At 9a.m. I take him to one clinic we've gone to before for the yearly shots with my other dogs, he tested him for many things, turns out he had Parvovirus. A very high positive Parvo outcome the doctor told me. It was heartbreaking to hear the news, especially the way he said it. UGH! but we decided to pay off everything which was the tests they did on him some blood work, some anti-vomiting serum, antibiotic, and the subcutaneous fluids placed in his back for him not to dehydrate, which his body absorbed within an hour. The reason they did that was because we didn't want to leave the $500 deposit to hospitalize him. My mother went to drop off another credit card since I have to money and my mom wanted to help him survive this, so she asked while she was there if he would give us any electrolyte packets to mix with water and what-not since we've had a dog with parvo and he's a survivor due to lots of electrolytes we gave him, bottles and bottles! The doc said that he wanted to wait till tomorrow to see how he got. UHMMMM!!!! hellooooo it's PARVO dumbass! it's only gunna get worst! he didn't even offer iv fluids, or shots to take home and give him there. Soon i found out that i can still treat him at home without the cost of hospitalization.....

Tuesday November 10th, 2009

We were instructed to take him back for another subcutaneal fluid injection but he was vomiting all night and never kept down the antibiotic that it was obvious he was going to need antibiotic injected and with a little research i did on the internet, he could have survived it with Tamiflu but it had to be given within 48 hours of symptoms. I FELT HAPPY THAT WE HAD TAKEN HIM IN WITHIN THE FIRST SIGN OF VOMITING but Thanks to him he's not here anymore. That morning as I was putting all his blankets and towels to wash, I notice a real bad smell and I look towards where he was because he would still follow me around, and he had had bloody watery bowel movement. This just got real dangerous.

We didn't give up, I called all the other Veterinary clinics in town and took him to another lovely Vet Doctor who was very informative, explained to me what it was even though I had a vague idea, although I knew he severity nonetheless. She was very kind and helpful. She gave us her home phone number in case we had any other questions or concerns. We left the clinic calm, and confident that we would beat this disease!

Wednesday November 11th, 2009

I call at 12pm and she let's me know that there was no vomiting or diarrhea all night but once the 2nd injection of vitamins and antibiotic in the afternoon he did vomit. Soon after at around 3pm I get a call that he's gone under multiple seizures and his breathing was very low. 4:00pm I get the call. He had passed away. We go by the clinic to see him one last time when I decided to ask if they did cremations because the thought of him being burned and thrown in a landfill was much too painful to imagine. The receptionist gave me a number and we made arrangements. They did me the favor to hold him there, I asked the Doctor myself, and she didn't hesitate when she said I could.

Thanks to her and Paw's In Heaven, He's still in my possession. He did come back home today November 16th 2009, one way or another, he's here with us in a beautiful black Urn.

DREAMING OF AN ANGEL

I dreamt of him on November 15th, 2009- I was at a desk with nothing but the light of the t.v. in front of it. I don't know what my purpose was there but I did spend a lot of my time playing games or on the computer with Scotty just laying on the floor somewhere around us or sometimes on the bed when he was bathed. Behind me was our bed, and Rick was laying on it. All of a sudden I see this silhouette get bigger and block a lot of the light from the t.v. I see a figure or four legs, a tail, and 2 big ears in front of me due to the light. I knew Scotty was dead, I was aware of that and it looked so much like him, the size and shape. I wasn't scared of it, but I was scared of turning on the light in the room and he would disappear like many people claim that it happens when they see a "ghost". I flip the switch and the light takes awhile to turn on. I get worried so I keep my eyes on the shadow/silhouette, hoping it wouldn't, but then the light comes on. He was standing there! I was so excited I blurt out, "IT'S SCOTTY, HE'S HERE! HE'S BACK!" Ricky looks towards my direction, i rush towards him and carry him carefully like I always would, trying not to crush his ribcage causing him to lose his breath. I take him to Ricky and place him on his chest. I stand there looking at them, seeing Scotty lick his daddy hysterically it seemed, wagging his tail vigorously. It felt like a dream come true because lately there hasn't been a night that I don't cry myself to sleep praying he can cross over, trying not to be selfish because I still want him around me. But he came back, I don't know if it's for good, or if it was a goodbye, but it was wonderful to see him come back to us in my dream, since that's the only way he could do it now that he's in the spirit realm.