This post is to share some honesty about how I have been doing and to provide a few updates.
Here, at last, is my letter to Scorpio. I wish it had come sooner, but I haven’t been myself since his death. Suddenly saying goodbye to him and several other things that don’t belong here have kept me from feeling ready to pay the tribute to Scorp I want to pay.
Now that I’m slowly feeling more like myself, and that he has almost been gone for a month. It is time. I’m ready to say what I need to say for me.
I didn’t see this coming. Its not what I wanted. But for several reasons we have decided to try to keep Shadow.
Writing my painful goodbye to our beloved Scorpio, I’m sitting on the floor next to his bed. Trying to best share my feelings about a wonderful friend and our sudden loss, I need to be close to him.
Sitting in the place where I sat so often to rub his side just feels right.
Scorpio’s spinal arthritis had been getting worse. Mom and I were really worried when he started having trouble getting on the couch. Sometimes, he would try a couple of times with no success. For the last couple of days, though, he has been doing better.
Shadow is a rottweiler mix Mom and I rescued from a difficult situation more than a month ago. At the time, he showed signs of fear and serious aggression toward other animals.
I’m happy to report that today Shadow has come a long way. I’m now confident he could make a great pet in the right situation.
As expected, Shadow did not do well with his test around other dogs. But there is some good news.
For about two years, Mom and I have been walking by Shadow. While our dogs were getting walked, Shadow was tied up on concrete with little room to move and often surrounded by his own crap.
We don’t believe he had regular access to water. He didn’t seem to have enough to eat. We rarely saw him out for a walk. Every time someone went by him, Shadow would bark and growl.
For a couple of months, Mom, while she has been walking Scorpio, has been throwing food to Shadow. Eventually, she started handing him food through the fence.
For a couple of weeks, Mom and a neighbor of ours have been walking Shadow.
Through those experiences, we came to understand the dog we had once named abused could be a wonderful pet. It would never happen for him, though, if he remained tied to concrete by a family that didn’t care about him.
Last Monday, Mom bought Shadow for $50. Now, we are trying to find Shadow the forever home he deserves.
This post has updates about my exercise, our search for a new dog, and an update on how I have been feeling.