Scooter

Scooter-Bug

5-15-95 to 9-28-03





My Scooter is gone
Taken from me too early
I was not ready to let you go
My Littlest, My Snuggler, My Comforter
Bought on a whim from a newspaper ad
Never a show dog
No trophies, No titles, No awards
Her job was to love
From little kids to nursing home residents
She Loved
Cold winter days snuggled under my shirt, lying next to my heart
No more walking in the Christmas parades
No cuddling, sleeping on the couch
The Number One toy destroyer
Born on my birthday
I thought it was a sign
I never thought I would lose you when you were only 8 years old
No longer in my arms
Always in my heart
I Loved

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