Nicknames: Duder Duder or Scooter Bug, Scoots, Scootie (given to me by my dogster pals!)
Birthday: March 13th 2004
Likes: FOOD, FOOD, FOOD! water and ice! playing with my squeaky stuffies!
Pet-Peeves: not getting ice or water when I want it! My brother barking in my face grrrrr
Favorite Toy: Anything that squeaks...she loves the round stuffies she can sink her teeth into...she squeaks them forever until they die! She also likes showing her octopus stuffy who's boss...hehehehehe.
Favorite Food: I don't really eat, I inhale. I eat any and everything! I can't say I have a favorite because I devour everything in one bite
Favorite Walk: Local Park with trails or anywhere that takes her near the rabbits and near food on the ground!
Best Tricks: My personal favorite is breaking toys or tearing out stuffing out of stuffed animals in record time. Oh and my mommy thinks it's cool that I can shake hands
Arrival Story: We got Scooter about one month after my other fur baby, Floppy died. I wasn't planning on getting a dog so quickly, but at the time I was researching the beagle breed. One of the breeders I talked to mentioned that Scooter's mom had given birth 10 weeks prior to 3 pups. Scooter's dad was a champion. I was nervous about getting another dog so quickly, but when I saw Scooter, I knew it would be okay.
Bio: I came into my mommys life when she needed me most. I left my brother, sister, my mom, and grandmother for a life with my two mommies. It's a two way street. I let them hug and kiss me whenever they need me and I give them my best beagle look whenever I want something (did I say I love water and ice?!)
Forums Motto: Power of the Paw for those who need it
In two days, a place I called home will be gone furever. I pretty much grew up here and when I took my final journey to heaven, it was all my Dogster/Catster friends who were there to support mom.
I arrived here just under two years of age. Mom found a place of support for her adolescent beagle who had some behavior and sometimes health issues. Yup, that was me BOL! Mom began checking out other forums besides health, behavior, and nutrition. I found this crazy place called Crushes. I began seeing chats and friendships here. Pretty soon after, there was another beagle pal named Oz. Oz began chatting with me and we quickly hit it off. Yup, we joined the crazy Dogster/Catster wedding wagon. Oz and I had a great time playing together! I have met Oz a few times in person and we just love him to pieces. His mom and my mom got along great.
Within a few months of being on Dogster, I found groups. Lots and lots of groups! I didn't really get them at first because I didn't know what they meant. It took me a little time to realize how special they were. I made lots of friendships in these groups.
Snoop Dog Beagleys was and is still home for our family. You just can't describe the friendships, the caring, the support. I found out just how special this group was when one of our members passed away. I cried and cried as we said good bye to Austin. That's when it hit me. Snoops was a special place. We visited snoops every single day. We chatted on a ship called the RXN, we had parties, fun and games. We played Rumblemuck. It was just a place to hang out and enjoy friends! My sister Trudy ended up "marrying" the founder of Snoops, Eddie Essig. Those two were a trip and they had lots of fun. Unfortunately, Eddie died suddenly and Snoops was never the same. We all stayed together, but a part of snoops died with him. I'm thankful there is a place on Facebook for our pawrents, but our place together here pretty much ended a couple of years ago.
There are other very special groups too. My B and A family...it really was a family. Every Friday night we joined together and laughed and carried on. Dogster Mafia, a place to just show up and chat and talk about your day. PAWS angels, a way to let others know we were thinking about them. Downtown Dogster where all my beagley and non beagley friends could show up and play. After being on Dogster for a few years, I found the The Mitey Mitey Buh-ens Party (P.S. I just went in and found they still post there! BOL!).
Anyhooooo, it's hard saying good bye to a place you grew up, a place you called home. I know the corporate folks don't understand that. Mom says it's all about business, but for us, it's so very personal.
I love this place. Thank you for giving me over ten years of friendship, fun, and magic. I will never forget what this place meant to us. I love you friends, I love you Dogster.
I just found out that Dogster/Catster is closing AGAIN. This time it sounds pretty permanent. I can't imagine not having this place. It's been quiet for a while, but it was always home.
I left for the bridge three weeks ago and yet I still find myself coming here...for something familiar. This feels like such a big loss. Mom says I grew up on dogster and right before the end, I passed on to the bridge.
Only those who were here know what it feels like to lose it again. Some mourned the last time we thought we were losing Dogster/Catster and some of us are mourning again. I never stopped coming. I'm going to really miss it. This is going to sound corny, but Dogster/Catster changed my life. The friendships, the relationships....did I say I'm going to mourn again?
Thank you for all the wonderful memories here. The happy times, the smiles, the laughs. Thank you for the friendships that we still have. Dogster/Catster will always be special and will always have a special place in our hearts. Arrrrrrroooooooooooooooo
Mom was not expecting this...well she sort of was. As you know from yesterday's post, I wasn't feeling great. Moms actually had a talk last night about letting me go in a few days. I was beginning to become more uncomfortable and Moms didn't want me to be in pain.
Today, mom touched base with the specialist because she wanted to know how my blood work looked from Sunday's visit. She also told the doctor I was feeling worse. Well, the specialist told mom that the blood work results that were sent over was not what she was looking for. She started talking about medical jargon, white blood cell count differentials and mom got lost. Mom asked if she could pick up some prescription pain medication so I would be comfy and the doctor asked if we could do blood work. So my other mama took me in.
The news was shocking. The doctor called mom to say I was very sick. She explained that I was hemorrhaging and bleeding a lot most likely from inside my bladder. We were not expecting that. The doctor told mom, "Scooter is not going to make it Thursday". Mom couldn't believe it because though I was uncomfortable, I ate my breakfast and treats. I was resting a bit but mom didn't think i was THAT sick.
Mom decided to call good ol Dr. Myers. See Dr. Myers is my very favorite doctor...in the whole wide world. She made my tail wag because she always gave me treats. I always ran in to see her. I know...how many run into the vet BOL!
Mom asked Dr. Myers to help me go to the bridge. She was off work but she came in...just for me...that meant more than you can know.
At 4:37pm, I left this world and I am in heaven. My passing was very peaceful and both my mommies and Dr. Myers were right there to see me go. They were all holding on to me.
I have so many dogster friends. I have catster friends too. Never have I found a place where so many people love me. I have made many friendships here. So many of my friends have left for the bridge before me and I have no doubt they were all there when I crossed over.
Thank you all for your love and support. Just as I will, please watch over my mommies for me