I saw Scooter's profile on the Boulder Humane Society website; seven pound Yorkie, 12 years old, deaf, blind in one eye and missing most of his teeth. His picture said it all! I adopted him on the spot. He moved into our home like he lived there his entire twelve years! During the day he would lay on the back of the couch, at night he would snuggle into our bed. I already have five dogs (two large and three small, all adopted rescues) and three cats, but he moved in like they were his brothers and sisters. Three times a day he would let you know it was meal time by barking and barking and barking at your feet. Each time he barked his little head would jerk to the side, he made us laugh. Considering all his health issues he was content and happy. He had a previous story, he had a home but I guess someone, somewhere thought his age and 'handicaps' were too much for THEM so they just got rid of him. How sad for him, he was starting over in the twilight of his years, he was probably scared not knowing what his new adventure would bring. We were the lucky one's when Scooter moved into our lives.
But a mere two weeks after adopting him he developed a large lump from his little chin, covering most of his throat. I rushed him back to the humane society vet. They gave me antibotics and pain meds and sent us home. We think a spider or a bee or something bit him, causing a reaction. The next morning I woke up he was so so sick. He would sit with his nose literally touching the floor, he had not eaten in two days now, no happy dance. I rushed him back to the vet, they ran tests, hooked him up to IV's, loved on him but it was all too late. Later in the day they said Scooter was going down hill. I talked to the vet, SHE cried, we were all crying, he was so sick. I said good-bye, told him I would see him in heaven, my heart broke. He is whole again in a place where he can see clearly and hear sharply and smile with all his new shiny pearly whites! He can run with all the others that were so sick or hurt before him. He is buried under our apple tree now, in a perfect spot for a perfect little guy. Scooter was only with us for two weeks, he was suppose to be with us for at least two years. I cannot believe how he touched my heart so deeply in such a short time. Scooter was precious, he was special. He lived a long full life and yet he lived a rather short life - selfishly with me. I miss him, words cannot fill the gap or really tell the whole story.