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Touched My Life, If Even For Only A Moment In Time.
Some Are Still Living, Others Have Gone Home To Their Creator, Jesus Christ.


This Blog Is Dedicated To Miss Kitty. Gone But Never Forgotten

In Memory of Scruffy - Died October 2009




This Is A Repost From October 2009

My names David. I'm 16 and in deep pain right now. About 2 weeks ago I found a dog. He was laying in the middle of street divider that divides the 2 way traffic. I picked him up in my arms, and we struck an immediate friendship. Animals have a built in sense when someone is trying to help them. And they never forget the person who came to their rescue. I carried him back to my house and put him into our car so he wouldn't run away while I was in school. The poor thing had obviously been abandoned. A lot of his fur was gone, and he was nothing but skin and bones. I gave him some food and water and then I went to school.

Later in the day when I got back home from school I took Scruffy out of our car. I took him to the backyard and gave him a good flea bath. He hated it. But you know what? After we finished getting each other all wet, I think he felt a lot better without all the nasty fleas biting him. And then we went for a walk. People stared at me and Scruffy. Haven't they ever seen a dog before? Scruffy stayed right alongside me. We went to a friends house. But nobody was home. And so me and Scruffy walked back home again. When we got home I sat down in a chair and Scruffy tried to climb up onto my lap. I picked him up and he curled up into a ball in my lap and went to sleep.

He's not much to look at, but he's got a heart full of love. I named him Scruffy. He looks like a Scruffy, huh??

Scruffy was really a sweet dog. I think he was part Poodle.
Every day when I came home from school Scruffy would be waiting for me and when he saw me he'd get so excited and he'd stand up on his back legs and just start jumping up and down. I'd bend over and he'd leap up into my arms and put his head right next to my face. He never wanted me to put him down. He just wanted to stay with me all the time.

But now Scruffy's dead.

On Monday October 19th I put him in the backyard so I could help my mom and my brother move stuff with her car.

As were driving away from the house I saw Scruffy in the street. I yelled Scruffy's in the street! Scruffy's in the street!

My brother said he let Scruffy out of the yard because he didn't want him in the yard.

Just then a car hit Scruffy. I jumped out of the car and ran over to scruffy and picked Scruffy up in my arms. I yelled at my brother Scruffy's dead!

My brother just shrugged his shoulders, and said, "so what?"

I carried Scruffy to the church and I buried him behind the church.

If there is a God, why do you bring so much pain and suffering into my life?

Is there anyone here who can help me to truly believe that I will see Scruffy again someday? He gave so much love. And for Scruffy to die such a horrible death is so unfair. Nobody loved Scruffy. But I loved him so much and now he's gone.

Yesterday one of my best friends emailed me a pic that she took this past Sunday of me and Scruffy. I'd forgotten about it.
When I opened her email and saw Scruffy in my arms just as happy and he could be, seeing that pic ripped my heart in half. She told me that she had the photo printed by Kodak and she's going to give it to me the next time she sees me.

I'm not ready yet to look at that pic again. The pain is too real, and the wound too fresh for me to see something that I loved so dearly that was taken so violently away from me.

Please if there is somebody here who can help me to believe that Scruffy is in a safe place where he can finally find the love that he wanted so much to have but could never find here on earth. Please help me to believe that I will see Scruffy again someday.

My friends tell me that when an animal dies they just cease to exist and that's the end of them.

I don't want to think that Scruffy had such a hard and lonely life and then dies from being hit by a car and that's the end of Scruffy. I don't want to believe that it's for him. Scruffy doesn't deserve that. His love was boundless. And I want someone to tell me for sure that he's ok now and that Scruffy will never suffer again, and he will never be lonely again. And the love he has will live on forever. Please somebody tell me that Scruffy is ok now. Please tell me.