I try to keep my FB pages upbeat, try to uplift other peoples days. I just feel I have a little space to say something, and it goes all over the world , so I choose to write happy whenever I can... nevertheless. Its 3. 33 am and Scooter just died. Those of you who know me well or have my book, (hear the silence) will know why 3 33 has amazing meaning. I have a king size bed, and scooter had his own side, where he slept on his own towel, had an oversized wooden hut to sleep in and so forth. He had no use of his back legs anymore, but incredibly, .... he was against me when I woke up. Scooter dragged himself across the entire area to say goodbye, to be next to me as he went to his resting place,,, I could feel wet against my shirt... and he softly lay against my back. I was not on him, he barely touched me and I was faced away. For the last 24 hours of his life , I was with him. He sat beside me and watched as I mixed 6 songs for Karyn Grant. I would take breaks to talk to him, touch him, and try to feed him a moist piece of fruit, mashed with his oxbow food ( ground in a coffee grinder). He tried and ate tiny pieces as I held him in a position where he could feel independent , without his back legs to support him, I made a steam room out of the bathroom, and sat in there with him till I was covered in sweat, to help him breathe a bit easier. I loved that little rat..and I am hoping that if we really go somewhere that he is as the rainbow bridge says, now healthy, young and ok. For those of you who knew Bodhi.. I bet she is pecking the crap out of him right now his welcome is gonna be something to behold. Thank you everyone!!! and Scooter , rest in peace little boy. You are in my heart. I will miss you so! Jamie These pics are of scooter sitting by me as I mixed the album Even with no use of his back legs he was trying to watch me, and be with me.
Posted on: Wed, 01 Oct 2014 09:54:19 +0000
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