A life cut short
(SF Bay Area, California)
time for a bath
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I've always been an animal lover, and dogs more than anything else. Show me pictures of human babies and I cringe, but show me pictures of dogs and I coo and laugh and light up with warmth. I've thought countless times about volunteering at a local shelter, but I know I'd just want to take all of them home and while I have the heart, I just don't have the space or finances to handle all the 4-legged furry friends.
My BF and I decided to adopt a dog after a few months of discussing it at length. We looked at a few dogs at a local rescue, but our hearts were stolen by a puppy, a SharPei mix who lounged around in the sunshine on our first meeting. We didn't want a puppy but couldn't resist this sweet young man with the wrinkly face and the lazy demeanor. We took him home and left him in the living room for about half an hour to go buy a crate for him. When we came home and found he had destroyed our house, we decided to name him "Scrambles the Death Dealer" (a fitting name considering, but also a reference to a goofy show called Metalocalypse).
Scrambles was our first dog as adults, and we spoiled our new son (Cesar Millan would just shake his head at us if he only knew). He had toys scattered throughout the home, treats available in every room, and got belly rubs and hugs on demand. We took care to talk to dog trainers when we went to classes, chatted with other dog owners and friends and family, watched shows, and read all the books we could get our hands on... we wanted to do as best we could raising our "firstborn" and be the best parents possible for our young pup.
He had typical doggie behavior in some ways - he grinned with a cute underbite, he'd spaz out and tear around the house in circles after going potty in the yard, and he let out farts that could clear a room without a bit of shame. He was such a character, like no dog I've ever known. We called him our Gumby dog; he would curl up with us watching a movie, then roll over halfway on his back and contort himself into awkward positions. Have you ever seen ferrets at a pet store and how they can bend backwards in circles or twist into impossible shapes? Our Scrambles did that and then would rest his face on my chest and go to sleep. He was a momma's boy for sure. He would follow me room to room just to be with me, and would lay down outside the bathroom while I was getting ready for work. He would run to greet me at the door when I came home, wagging his tail and squirming with happiness. He would stretch out with me on the bed in the morning while I rubbed his belly and hugged and kissed him awake to go for a walk. When my BF and I would come home at the same time, he would ignore his father completely and run straight to me, stretching as a greeting and winding around my legs. He loved my BF too, don't get me wrong, but the sun rose and set for his momma and I loved my little guy just as much.
I don't want to go into all the terrible details again, but I was out walking him and I left him tied to a chair for a few minutes while I went inside a shop. He sat in the doorway calmly, just watching me the whole time, and I told him what a good boy he was sitting and waiting for momma. As I was walking back out towards him, only a few feet away, he got spooked by someone walking up next to him unexpectedly and bolted into the street, dragging the chair with him. I was screaming and running after him but it didn't penetrate his panic at all, and he was hit by a car on the other side of the road. He couldn't walk (I think his back was broken) so I picked him up and ran him to the vet down the street, but it was too late. He passed within a few minutes, before they could even euthanize him.
I don't know if dates show on these posts. This happened on 12/16/2010, yesterday. I feel so horribly guilty - I know the "woulda coulda shouldas don't make any difference, but I can't help thinking of how things could have been different if I had only changed one small thing that morning. My boy was only 10 months old. His life was only just beginning and I feel like it's my fault my furry baby isn't here for the rest of it. I would have given my life for him and I couldn't save him. My BF and I are completely lost without him already. We just wander from room to room not knowing what to do without him there to show us what comes next anymore. We've hardly slept at all in the past 36 hours, and I can't stop crying for my little man.
RIP my sweet Scrambles - Scramblonius, Scrammalammles, Scrambulance, my silly puppy boy
2/15/10 - 12/16/10