I can’t even begin to put into words how much this dog meant to me. I had him for 11 out of the 18 years that I have been alive, so now that he is gone I can’t help but feel a sort of sad emptiness.
Scruffy was not just a dog, he was another member of our family. He always had this wise look about him, even as a puppy, that made him seem like a little old man trapped inside a furry body. But he could be goofy too. I remember when I would come home after school and he would get so excited. I don’t think anyone has ever been as excited to see me as he was. He would race around the house like a lunatic, jumping on the beds, circling and barking. He did this little prancing walk like he was dancing for you. It was his sole mission in life to make people happy. Sometimes, I would just lay on my bed and cry. Scruffy would always come to the rescue, doing anything he could to cheer me up, whether it be licking the tears off my face or just snuggling up to me so I could have a warm body to comfort me. When he would sleep with you he would put his back right up against yours, just trusting that you wouldn’t roll over on him.
Scruffy always had this peaceful presence about him. Even when he got sick at the beginning of this year he was never mean or snippy. Maybe thats why it took us so long too figure out something was wrong. We had sensed that he might be in pain, but whenever he was in our company he would just put on a brave face and try to be his usual happy self. But you could tell by looking in his eyes that something was wrong, and that he was in pain. When we finally took him to a vet we found out that he had cancer in his throat. Even after the surgery, the doctor said that the cancer would probably come back. Watching him go through such a suffering trial was very difficult, but like the brave little dog he was he soldiered on, always with a smile on his face.
He got really sick towards the last couple months of his life. The tumors in his throat were growing and it caused him to have a hard time with breathing and eating. He loves to bark at the pigeons that fly onto the porch, but soon his barks became raspy little whisps. Even through all of this he would still put on his best face and try to make everyone happy.
The day of his vet check up I remember waking up with a strong premonition that I needed to say goodbye to him. I got out of bed to see my mom driving out of the garage, Scruffy’s happy face was in the window. I went up to the car, but my mom said that they wouldn’t put him down today, it was just a check up and I didn’t need to worry. So I watched them leave and went back into the house. A couple hours later I got a call from my mom that they had to go into surgery because of the severity of the cancer. About an hour after that I got another call that he had died on the table. I don’t think I have ever been so sad in my entire life. I just cried and cried, but this time there was no Scruffy to comfort me. I never got to say goodbye to him or thank him for being the most wonderful dog in the world. I miss him so terribly. There will never be another dog like him. Rest In Peace Scruffy.