Farewell to our dear Scot...

Today, I had to officially sign the euthanasia form to put our pet beagle of 15.5 years to sleep. It is indeed a sad moment but in the condition he was in, we felt this was the best solution. He had cataract in his right eye, sore feet from boils, liverproblem (vet suspects cancer), skin problem, skin cancer on his scrotum plus he started vomiting this morning (which was not the case prior) and his appetite was affected.

Over the past 14 odd years he had been with the family, (he came home on Dec 22, 1996 as a 15-month old puppy) he had seen many changes in the family as well as to the house he grew up in. There were two rounds of renovations through which he survived the dust.
When he was about four, he had a very severe attack of tick fever and when we brought him to the vet, he was practically a bag of bones but praise the Lord, he was healed and he actually grew bigger.
Here you can see he has his own comforts of life - his very own towel blanket as the floor could be rather cold at night.

His favorites were to be scratched
1. on his forehead
2. under his chin
3. under his chest.
Another favorite was when we use a brush to bathe and scrub his back especially during his shampooed weekly bath.
When he was younger, each time there was a thunderstorm and at each clap of thunder he will be very uneasy. He actually ran away from home five times and we had to hunt the neighborhood for him.
     It was such sheer delight for him to sneak into the house that when he was actually caught sleeping inside that my wife and daughter decided to make him wear a worn-out old male t-shirt that had been discarded.

And it was like ecstasy when he finally discovered he was allowed into the house and sleep in the kitchen. Previously by training he was not allowed to enter the house.

Indeed, Scot gave the family so much happy times that we felt such an attachment towards him; my apologies to some of my friends who may be reading this when there were times I had to rush off so that I could feed him his dinner. Our times together were precious and we were enriched by his presence with us. There were also many occasions that the Lord taught me many object lessons by simply examining his life and learning from him.
He was such a good natured dog that even when we placed him in the car for his journey to the vet, he would sit or lie down quietly and 'enjoy' the journey. He was always in the pink of life and you can see that in his tongue.
However, as the days go by we noticed that he became weaker and weaker and he could not stay awake for extended periods of time. Here we can see he was really tired while waiting for us during the recent house-move on Dec 10, 2010. He actually fell asleep on the grass in the backyard.


Certainly we will miss him.      Good-bye Scot...