SCOUT GOING TO THE RAINBOW BRIDGE

mollydodger

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It’s a sad day for me and my wife. Our wonderful beagle of 14 years Scout was diagnosed with a tumor on her spleen on Monday. There is no good prognosis. She will be put down today at 11AM. She’s the best damn beagle I’ve ever had and at 71 years old will be my last. I refuse to let any animal suffer and don’t want my best canine companions to outlive me. Please say a little prayer for her on her journey to the next level where she will be pain free and at peace. Thanks.
 
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So sad and so sorry to hear of your loss. I lost my best friend a few years back and there is not a day that goes by that I do not think of her.
"As someone said, God was at his meanest when he had it that dogs lived such a short life"
Prayer sent for you and your family.

I also had Beagles growing up. Trooper was Killed crossing the road on a Rabbit hunt. I was in High School and cried like a Baby.
I had Smoky. And then had to take off for the Military. I was gone almost two years. When I came home, Smoky did not recognize me. But started sniffing me. And then his sniffs became super strong, tail stated wagging like crazy and he started a extremely excited Baying just like he was on the track of a hot Rabbit.
The thing about dogs. They might leave this earth, but they stay with you forever.
 
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always a sad day, heres "miss Penny Lane" died one year ago. one fantastic Pug! big personality. lost an eye, so her "rapper name" was "one eye P"....shes out in our Alaska Rose garden. she loved to smell them every long summer day.
 

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The price you pay

There's a high price for owning a dog. It's not just the cost monetarily. There is the time and lost sleep too. Getting up to a whining dog at two in the morning, when it's raining or snowing or the wind is howling, is no fun. You stumble out like a zombie and get the little lad or lass and make it to the door. You stand out there, eyes drooping, as the little critter sniffs and scampers here and there. You wonder if the poo or pee will ever come. Finally, the job done, you scoop the little one up and hurry to the house. You're aggravated, but when that little tongue brushes your hand or chin, all is forgiven.
Through it all the money flows. Food, vet bills, shots, tags, equipment, toys, more food. But it doesn't matter. They've lain with you in the dark when you couldn't sleep. They've become your best friend.
Then comes that day. The day that you've dreaded ever since you picked them up. The day when you carry the now grown dog into the office and the news isn't good. Your friend can't go any more and it's time to end the suffering.
The veterinarian makes ready his elixirs as you lean down over your beloved and strum their ears with soft coos. Tears drip. The shots are given and the deal is done. There's no turning back now, and your buddy sinks away; pain subsiding. Your heart feels like it's being torn and your fingers dig into that dense fur. You bawl like a baby as your best friend leaves this world.
Then the reckoning. The price paid wasn't in money or time or travel. The true price paid is far worse than any of that. It was the day you looked into those little eyes and your heart melted. It was in all the cuddles and pets and scolding. It was what you knew on the day that you brought your little dream boat home. It was the day you had to let go of that dear soul that made you so happy for so long. The day when your heart would break for a dog.

That is the price you pay.

I'll keep you in my prayers.
 
I'm so sorry to hear about Scout. You made the right decision, even though it is so tough to do.

I have had at least one beagle in the house almost continuously since I was 10 years old. They are great companions, as long as their nose doesn't get them into trouble!

Prayers for Scout and for your family.
 
Part of me is sad that this day had to come for your family.
Another part of me is so very glad that you had a chance to know the purest love you can find in a friend.
I fully believe the words I had seen recently: "A dog is the only thing on earth that will love you more than it loves itself."
And I believe it.
I'll shed a few tears for your great friend too.
 
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