Hundred and Five: Joe Dog

Many know that I am HUGE animal lover. Especially when it comes to my dogs and cats. 11 years ago I was in high school and we welcomed a beautiful golden retriever into the Scortt family after not having a dog for several years. We weren’t even supposed to get him because he was spoken for, but Joe the Plumber never came to pick him up so that adorable puppy became our Joe Dog . He was such a good puppy. I would get up in the mornings way before I would have to get up for school and play with him as we watched Little House on the Prairie, the only thing on that early in the morning. Thank goodness for being off‐campuses lunches because I would run home to let him out and play for a bit before I would have to head back to school.

He was the first puppy that I got to train and the first puppy that I would develop a bond that I didn’t know would be possible. He was my boy.

As the years came and I went I left for college and I moved up here to Alaska and no matter how many times I left.. he would always be the first to greet me. He would put up with me laying on top of him and cuddling with him on the ground. He was my boy and I would try and make the most of the time with him when I was home. 

Joey was getting older, he was now 11 which is crazy to believe. He had been diagnosed with cancer and we all knew one day he would be called to the rainbow bridge. Little did we know it would be on Friday, after the Padre game. He quickly started to go down hill and the time had come to say good bye. The hard part was I was so close and yet so far away. What I wouldn’t of done to lay with him and hold him on the floor one more time as he took his last breath.

Thank good ness for the magic of technology I was able to face time in and say my good bye to him. When her heard my voce he had lifted his head and he knew I was there. For that moment he was my boy again and I was able to tell him the love I had for him. That bond would never be replaced. To see him out of pain and to know that he is watching over us and playing with his toys pain free is a beautiful gift. Doesn’t make being here in the physical world any easier without him. 

Rest in peace my sweet boy!