To Scooby Tribute To A Loyal Wee Man

Into my life came this ball of fluff,
Full of mischief, angst and stuff!!
Right away, he was boss, surveying his kingdom,
demanding Luv.

We weathered the storms. of which there were many,
But together we had no enemy.
We laughed, we cried, we loved, we shared.
He never knew different, so he never compared!!

Life was wonderful, we were one.
What amazing things we have done.
Together we had so much fun.
Life was good, I was blessed.
Then came the time when "my boy" was pressed.

Old age set in, and still he pushed,
but I could see that he was bushed.
We had a talk the eve of his death and
I told him there wasn't much time left.
We sort of said our goodbyes,
I could see the weariness in his eyes.
I told him how much he was loved by me,

Next day he climbed upon my knee,
looked up at me and breathed his last.
What a privilege bestowed on me,
to have lived a little soul like he!!!

In memory of "Frisky Toff", his pedigree name,
formerly known as Scooby, "Light of my Life"

born 08 03 1983 - 30 08 2008

6 Weeks On

Only six weeks on, feels like six years.!!!!!


The pain is even more strong, maybe reality has crept in, who knows? I just feel bereft!! I don't look for my bestest friend in the whole world anymore, because I know he has gone, because I felt him leave me, as he was in my arms, but I never imagined the feeling of perhaps insecurity, does that make sense???? You know, when the whole universe is against you, and your best buddy (who thinks you are just perfect, and totally trust and believes in you, and agrees), then in reality, he isn't there anymore, and you just don't know what to do, I am fed up with people telling me that my boy had a good life, no my boy and I had the best life ever, together...... Life without him is just bearable.

I have gone through some tough times and that little man saw me through it, and the person who gave me that precious little soul also was called away too soon!!!! I always said that Scooby was the inspiration that kept me going. I have a son who has a very severe illness, a mother who is nearly 90 years old and I miss my best pal so much, I used to say that whe he went I would lose my sanity, and sometimes I am scared I will. I am finding it hard to see tomorrow without my boy, but I know in my heart that he wantws me to go on, why is it so hard???????

I have to thank everyone who took the time to reply to me, thank you so much

Feeling Lost Without My Inspiration

Two weeks ago tomorrow my 15 1/2 year old Westie Scooby passed away in my arms. We both knew it was time, I had been back and forth to the vets for months and I watched him, with real dignity slowly suc%%b to the inevitable. On my last visit to the vet, two days before he died, I was told that he was just like the vets Gran, had bronchitis and needed antibiotics and steroids to give him a bit of respite, also got some water tablets, and to expect some little accidents if he couldn't make it outside in time!!! Didn't happen as he didn't mess even at the end. Anyway on the Friday night his breathing was pretty laboured, so I spent most of the night with him trying to make it easier for him, I told him not to hang on any longer for me as I knew how difficult it was for him. In the morning he went outside and did what he had to, came in and was very unsteady on his legs, I took him up on the sofa beside me, and he was falling onto his knees, so I lifted him and he just pulled himself onto my lap, I felt something course through him and we was gone, as quickly as that!!!!!! Even then I felt so privileged to have been given that honour. I was able to lay him on the sofa for my son and my Mum to see him at peace, and it really helped them, especially my son who is ill. I know that we were lucky to have had our time with him as he had a tumour removed two years ago and we got a bit more time, he also went through an operation a few months ago for an ulcer in his eye, he fought with all his might to stay. My Mum suffered a mini stroke a few months ago and at that time a white feather fell from the sky as I walked along the street, I believe my guardian angel sent that to reassure me, before Scooby died a black and grey feather fell out of the sky on me and I said to my mother then that I didn't want it!!!!!!!!!!! The day after Scooby died the sky was full of great big white fluffy clouds and I was cooking Sunday lunch and saw this huge colud in the shape of a Westie, I called everyone to see it and we all agreed it looked so like him. I alos had a 16 year old cat pass away in my arms, but not as peaceful as Scooby, and and 18 year old cat that that was euthanised. On the brighter side, my brother bought me a kitten 8 weeks ago, who in a way is a godsend. He lies in Scoobys place, he does a lot of things he did, he will never be him but he is a character in his own right and has been a huge help. For me, the hardest thing is coping day to day, Scooby was just such an amazing little man, it will take a long, long time to come to terms with.