Scott said if he died he would come back as a dog in our family because the dogs were always treated so well. I’ve thought long and hard about this, looking for him in all of our dogs since he died on July 9, 1987.
The dogs names passing through the Wiegley doors since that time: Brewster, Bucky, Genny, Molly I, Sharkey, Tyler, Bear I, Bear II, Sam, Becky, Vegas and Molly II. Smart, driven, wild, loyal, caring, loving, expensive, fun, fun, fun. Living for the moment, ready to steal the ham, clean the dishes, hold your hand, run after the tennis ball, swim, have a party.
Well there you go – he’s been here all along. Scott is in every dog that walks through the door.
Thank you God for Scott. Thank you for the dogs who remind us, as did Scott, that life is meant for fun. I miss him so much.
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