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I rescued Scrabbles from the street; she was fun and unbelievable friendly and loving.   My 10-year old took her over, and Scrabbles was her dog, no questions.

But when Meagan wasn't home, she came into my office, and kept me from doing whatever I was doing.   Had to rub her belly or scratch ears.  Aside from forgetting she didn't have to get into trash, she was perfect.

Just before Christmas, we left the house to take her for a ride.   A cat or something ran across the street, and she took after it, forgetting the rule about curbs.    A car hit her.  She managed to get back to Meagan before she collapsed.  The driver stopped, and he clearly felt terrible, but he hadn't done anything wrong.

Scrabbles died in Meagan's arms on the way to the vet.   Meagan was composed, and had been comforting her, until she felt the pulse flutter and then stop.

It's a hard lesson to know that every pet you will someday have to let go.  I wish she didn't have to learn it at 14.   I wish I didn't have to go through it.    But we will again.

Pets give us more than we give them.   I wish I knew that there was another life for animals after they leave, but I don't know that.   If there is, Scrabbles has a particularly good place there.

The love from a pet is so like the love we get from God....unconditional and free!


Having lost pets before, I know the sorrow you feel.