Scamp

My family had Scamp for the last 15 and a half years. He was really the only dog I had, and he was the best dog ever, and now he's gone, and I am really sad. I mean really sad. I knew it was coming, but it doesn't change the fact that he's gone and I will never see him frap around again. We went over last night to say good bye, and Melanie and Meredith both got to play with him last night. Meredith was actually out in the front yard crawling around after him, and it was so cute. She loved him...so did Melanie.

I was 12 when we got him from a farm in Fayetteville. Leeanne wanted to name him "Pongo" from 101 Dalmations (she was 4) and when Mom came up with Scamp from a book she always used to read us, Leeanne sat there, crossed her arms, and said, "Fine, well, then his name is Scamp PONGO Wesley." He was a good dog, just crazy! The one time in our old house I was doing homework with a bowl of ice cream next to me and he snuck in there and started eating out of my bowl without me knowing. I have a scar on my nose still from Scamp when we were playing when he was a puppy and he caught me. I used to laugh at the old house whenever he would get excited and he would literally do laps around the entire house! Family room, kitchen, dining room, up the stairs, all the way to Bobby's room, and back down again!

I don't really know what else to say but I am going to miss him a lot. And I am glad that he had Mom and Bobby with him when he went, and I am thankful for them that they had the strength to be with him, because I don't think I could have been.