Jasper was senior boy who was picked up as a stray He attained the status of Permanent Foster, and he wore it proudly. Permanent Fosters are those Scotties whose medical, sometimes behavioral, issues deem them unadoptable. They become cherished family members as if they had been in their foster homes since puppyhood.
Jazzy battled liver disease, as well as a crippling birth defect that rendered his hind legs stiff and his mobility challenged. In spite of it all, he never complained. In the ten months that he lived with us, Jazzy never barked; he never made a sound. He taught us valuable lessons. When you stumble and fall, get right back up and trudge on. Be thankful for what you have – regular meals, treats, love, soft beds, friends – and don’t dwell on your shortcomings.
When Jazzy let us know that it was time, we helped him cross the Rainbow Bridge. We miss his quiet presence here, but are forever grateful that he let us love him for a little while. There is comfort in knowing that Jazzy is running at the Bridge on healthy legs. Rest in peace, Jazz. The Fredericks of Fosterburg will see you again!
Bo entered our lives in August 2015. He was a stray hanging around a Phillips 66 station and picked up by some kind souls. We were able to locate his owners but to personal circumstances, they were no longer able to care for him. Our gain – – Bo was hard of hearing; didn’t see well and would have a seizure every 2 weeks or so. He always got along with others but the most important thing to him was his food and treats. He wouldn’t hesitate to let us know if we were falling behind schedule. He was uncomfortable being handled or petted but blessed our lives with his sweet presence.
As I held him in my arms in his final moments, he rested his head on my face and softly snored – – his final gift to me as I gave my final gift to him. We love you Bo.
My sweet Duncan, 9-1/2 years old, crossed over the Rainbow Bridge on Saturday, January 19, at home with his brother, Hamish. Duncan was a wonderful example of the breed we all love so well.
He had a zest for life, loved chasing rabbits and the occasional crow, kitty or creature foolish enough to venture into “his” yard. He loved any person he met and had a wonderful disposition, always happy and up for an adventure.
Gracie-Girl arrived here a sad and confused little girl. Originally rescued from a puppy mill and then placed with an owner who died, no one else in the family wanted her. However with typical Scottie fortitude, Gracie soon knew she was home with us. Home consisted of cuddling on a king-size bed, running loose in the yard with her Westie “brother’ and never missing a meal. And the never missing a meal part, was one of the most important things to Gracie!
We often joked that Gracie would eat rocks if we let her! She loved go lay under the Christmas tree when it was up and always had to go look for a toy to carry when she went outside. She left us far too soon, but her memory is always in our hearts.
Diva came to live with us 2-1/2 years ago. She had lost her owner of 11-1/2 years and was understandably distraught, especially since nine months earlier her pack of four Scotties had been broken up due to the owner’s illness. We had adopted one of that pack, Diva’s 9-year-old daughter Deedle, who was adjusting but still anxious. When we learned Diva was available we jumped at the opportunity to reunite them. They very quickly re-acclimated to each other and became inseparable. They coordinated everything they did – lying in the same position side by side sometimes, mirror images nose-to-nose at others. They “marched” together through the house with near-military precision.
Diva was very bright, disproving the adage about not teaching an old dog new tricks. She threw herself into new games with gusto. She’d retrieve a plastic canister, rolling it with her nose. She would tease me by stopping short where I could not quite reach it and wait for her treat. I’d say “bring it” and she’d nudge it a bit. I’d repeat and she’d nudge it a little less. By the third or fourth time, she was just delicately touching without moving it and looking at me for her treat. She added her own mischievous twists to every game we played, sometimes teasing Deedle by reversing direction when they were running through the play tunnels.
The photo is the first time Diva commandeered my chair when I left for something. Deedle had been doing it regularly and Diva was still a relative newcomer, learning the ways of her new household. She was sitting there when I returned looking proud as a peacock. After that, there were always two dogs in my chair when I returned.
Nothing lasts forever, and Diva’s age and Cushings disease finally caught up with her. It was a wonderful couple of years, all too short but great for all four of us.