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Leave a bone for Scamp (1987 - Apr 26, 2005)
Nicknames:
Scampy, Scamperoo
Likes:
Treats!!
Pet-Peeves:
No treats, other dogs who want to play, that stupid light on the camera that makes my eyes hurt
Favorite Toy:
Never really liked toys much and now is past the age to enjoy them.
Favorite Food:
anything the people are eating
Favorite Walk:
Anywhere dad takes me. Have gone for an almost daily walk for 18 years
Best Tricks:
I have never stooped so low as to do tricks
Arrival Story:
We got Scamp when I was 12, going into grade 8. I am now 30 so he is 17 years old! He is my parents' dog and technically is my Riley dog's uncle. Because my dad jogged with him or walked him almost every day of his life he has lived a very healthy and active life. He is now slowing down and is on medication for arthritis and going blind as well. But he is still a happy guy and when you pull the leash out he can still jump up and down and bark like a puppy!!!
Bio:
Scamp - 1987-April 26, 2005
It's funny how there are some days in our lives that despite our best efforts to recollect them, the memories are hazy and unclear (and no, I am not talking about the days when we are impaired by memory blocking substances!) yet, some days stick with us for a lifetime. The year was 1987 and I was 12. I was over at my friend Rae-ann's house on a hot summer day when I got a call from my mom to come home. Not sure if I was in trouble or what was going on, I was kind of nervous. Because her house was about 2 km from mine and I thought I should hurry rather than walk home, Rae-ann gave me a double on her bike. LOL. When I walked in the door, I instantly saw the reason I had been called home...on the floor in the living room was the cutest little ball of fluff imaginable. My parents had got us a puppy!! He was so adorable and tiny and seemed kind of scared to have this whole family of strangers crowding around him and oohing and aahing over him. But, despite being in a strange place and unfamilar people and surroundings, his playful personality was instantly apparent to all of us. We named him Scamp. As Scamp grew and became a part of our family, it soon came apparent that the name certainly was fitting. He always had so much energy, loved to bark at anything that moved in the yard or out on the street and could jump several feet as soon as he got a peek of a leash coming out of the closet. When you walked in the door, whether you had been gone a minute or a week, Scamp greeted you like you had been gone for weeks. I grew up...moved away from home, and had pets of my own. But coming home to my parents' house, I could always count on Scamp being there to greet me when I walked in the door. He never forgot me, no matter how long I might have stayed away and there was no better welcome than an excited and happy dog jumping all over you when you walk in a door. Scamp grew older but he never really calmed down. People would see him out for walks and ask how old our "puppy" was...even when he was 10, 12, 15 etc. He never lost his youthful enthusiasm, his energy or his love of life and anything that moved. In the past couple years, Scamp had lost his hearing, began losing his sight and developed arthritis that required medication on a daily basis. Yet, when you pulled that leash out of the closet, he somehow knew and would jump around and bark and yip just as he did the first day we brought him home. Scamp has had a long, happy life, filled with treats, walks, cuddles and all the love a dog could ask for and up until very recently that puppy energy was never far away, although he slept quite a bit more and couldn't walk quite as far. But as of a couple days ago, it has become clear that Scamp is ready to move on...to leave this world and go join all the animals at the Rainbow Bridge. Last night, my dad took him for his one last walk...Scamp only made it a block before my dad had to pick him up and carry him home. He can't see at all, won't eat and seems to be starting to show some signs of pain. So today, my dad and I will take him together for one last car ride to see the vet and to thank him for all the unconditional love he gave us for so many years, we will free him from the body that has become so painful for him and allow his soul to run free again.
Scampy, thank you for almost 18 wonderful years and we will cherish the memories of those years forever. We miss you and can't wait to see you at the bridge one day buddy. Love always, your family
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January 23rd 2005 1:07 pm
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Well, sorry I haven't written for a while. There was all the excitement of being the featured diary and visiting with all my new pals. Then my dad went and got sick. He was feeling really awful for a while and had to sleep in the "coughing room" so my mom could get some sleep. Then he found out that he had something called "pneumonia" I don't know what that means but apparently it's reeeeaaaally bad. He is feeling a little better today and we finally got to go for a walk. It was a little too cold outside for me anyway...these old bones don't like the cold weather much so I spent most of my time sleeping in my comfy little bed. Now that dad is feelin' better though and the weather has warmed up I can get back to my usual routine of sleeping about 20 hours a day and going for short walks with my dad. It had been so long that I almost couldn't believe my eyes when my dad pulled my leash out of the closet!!!!! I don't see very well these days but I know what my leash looks like and boy was I excited! Anyway, now I'm tired out again so it's back to my cozy bed. Hope all my puppy pals are having a good weekend.
Woof,
Scampy
January 12th 2005 2:27 pm
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Wow, what an honor to be one of the top diaries for the day! Now I have something to brag about to my nephew Riley who always makes fun of me for being little and old and then snickers and stuff...who's laughing now hey Riley? Nah, I really do love him, especially now that he is maturing a bit and doesn't freak out and jump all over me when he comes to visit. I remember the first time I met him...he was so little and annoying that I had to pee on him out in my yard. He thought he could just come in my yard and take over and eat my daddy's furniture and everyone was oohing and aaahing over him.... blah blah blah. But he really has grown on me now and I really do like him a lot more than I like to admit!
Anyway, thanks for picking my diary as one of today's best.
Woof,
Scamp
January 10th 2005 6:39 pm
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Well, I wasn't sure at first...I started to hear some whispers about "Greece" and "cruise" whatever that means. Then my daddy has been pulling out this map and my parents are making plans to have people stay at my house so it's becoming clear...they are going away and leaving me here!!! All the whispers and talk are making sense now that I know they are going...the only thing is they haven't started to pack those big black bags or suit somethings they call them, so I don't know when the big bad day is happening. It should be okay though...it sounds like my grandma and Riley and his mom and dad are all going to be around to hang out with me while my mommy and daddy are gone.
I've been enjoying the quiet around here now that all the holiday company is gone. My life is back to normal...hanging out in my bed most of the day, begging for treats and any other food that happens to be around and my walk with my dad. I like it now that dad has retired (I don't know what that word means but since the day everyone was talking about him being retired, he doesn't leave every day and walk away down the street towards that school that we walk by sometimes. I think he was working there as a teacher and the guy who works with the books but now he stays home with me except when he wants to go skiing and stuff. Anyway, I like it cuz he is around a lot more.
Well, all this writing has tired this old dog out so I better get back to sleep...right after I check the kitchen to see if there is anything to eat in there.
See ya later!
Woof, Scampy
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