Mac, A 9 year old Scottish Terrier
On May 16, 2002 I learned the my pal and best bud Macc (with 2 c's) a 9
year old Scottish Terrier had a very serious illness and would not live
much longer. On that very same day another Scottish Terrier was born
without my knowledge until a few months later. The loss of Macc was
right up there with the death of my friend and a man that had
experienced his own amount of grief after loosing 2 sons well before
there time. One at age 22 during World War 2 serving in the 82nd
Airborne and the other at only 46 with a sudden heart attack. He was my
Grandfather and he passed away the summer of my graduation from high
school. Little did I know that a dozen years later I would loose my own
dad at only 56. The loss of Macc still hurts today and hurts as much as
both my Dad and Grandad. I never in a million years thought that
Lighting would strike twice and I would ever find another friend and
companion as Macc.
Little did I know until several months after Macc's death I would meet
a Scottish Terrier puppy that would later find a special place in my
heart just as Macc had done, he was Big Mac. Not because of a like for
well known hamburgers or because he was big for his size. No, it was
because of these 2 giant ears that seemed like they belonged to a full
grown Scottie. He was born on May 16, 2002 and he died of a sudden
heart attack today February 22, 2012. He would later be called Mac(with
1 c) and was my best friend.
Mac was to say the least unusual. When he was 9 months old after his
trip to the vet to be neutered a shampoo that was prescribed for his
skin caused his hair to fall out after a reaction and Macc went from
being this really lush brindle full coated Scottie to looking a lot
like an armadillo. To me he was still the best looking Scottie ever and
he was told that daily. However Mac had odd tendencies from a small
puppy. He stopped going outside because he was afraid to walk across my
patio so I turned a part of my back porch into an indoor bathroom
station. If I could have purchased stock in Doctor Fosters Piddle Pads
I may have broke even but Mac was worth every penny. Another Vet once
said that while most vets say that say that dogs cannot have a form of
autism she believed that they could and that could explain Mac's odd
behavior. To me his odd looks and behavior just made him that more
special and I wouldn't have changed anything of I could. Well maybe put
some of his hair back on him so people didn't look at him so strange.
He was Mac and he was my best friend and he died way too soon. Mac
loved to find the sun coming in on the rug and would sit for hours. He
could lay on his back and rub and roll and talk with this deep voice
that just roard . When someone would knock on the door he never barked
or went to the door he would go and stand and look up at a security
monitor in the hall. Mac never lost the curiosity of a puppy. He would
turn his head all the way to one side and then to the other. I never
took out the ice tray without Mac flying through the house and I never
in Macs short life ever cooked a meal without my buddy sitting in the
kitchen waiting for me to finish listening to Bob on WORD. As much as I
loved Macc, Big Mac (Mac) didn't just fill a void after Macc died he
brought so many laughs and so much happiness to me I know that I will
not take my own advice and get another dog as I did when Macc died
because nothing can touch the emptiness that the hole in my heart feels
over the loss of Mac. He was great and tonight as I type this his chair
sits empty by my bed where he slept every night and listened to George
on Coast to Coat am. He was my best friend my companion and truly one
of a kind. He was Big Mac and he died way to soon and he is so missed
and so loved.
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