[deb0670]

my ex and i rescued a dog from the Humane Society a few years back. He was a wired haired terrier mix of some kind. Small little guy about 6 yrs old or so.. Out of all the animals in the shelter, he was the only one who just sat still and watched me. Didn't bark nor jump around. I got down on my knees in front of his pen and looked at him and whispered hello and he just sat there and tilted his head and wagged his tail a little bit. i reached my hand up to the door of the pen to let him sniff and he lightly licked my hand and i was hooked. We adopted him that day. i named him Scrappy cause he was so unkempt looking and it just fit. After we brought him home, i was petting him and loving on him, and looked at his face head on and realized he had no upper front teeth and his bottom jaw was cocked to the side a little. What horror when i realized that this poor sweet lil guy was kicked hard enough in the head.. or something to cause that kind of damage..
He was my lil guy.. we bonded more than i have ever bonded with another animal. He was my shadow.
i won him in my divorce with my ex( like he could have taken Scrappy from me) and Scrappy was with me and my daughter for another two years. When my daughter and i had to move from Arkansas to Seattle, i knew that would have been too hard on Scrappy, so i left him with an elderly lady who had grown quite attached to him.. It was the hardest thing i ever had to do. I found out about a yr later... he had to be put down due to just being too sick.
i will never forget him, nor will i ever be as close and love another animal as much as i did Scrappy.
my puppy(Peaches) that i have now, runs a close second ..
i miss Scrappy as much now as i did 4 years ago.