After weeks of searching and keeping hope that our sweet dog scooby might still be alive somewhere, we have come to accept that we might not ever see him again. It was almost a week ago that he got out of our back yard, he had done this before but had always come straight around to the front door.
I have had signs up. No response. I went to the pound. No scooby.
So, here I go.
Scooby lived for 14 years. A long life for a Maltese. He had so many cute qualities like the fact that he skipped when he walked and hiding from us UNDER the covers when he didn't want to go outside. He is survived by his best bud and cohort in crime Daphne (our other Maltese). In the end he was deaf, blind and could be quite the grumpy old man, but we still loved to love on him. We have had him so long, I almost don't remember what was like when he wasn't with us. Sadness, such terrible sadness that he is gone.
I would love to see him come to the front door tomorrow and be able to delete this post, but I really don't think that will happen.
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