Just about 13 years ago my ex partner and the kids and I brought home a little black Labrador puppy. He was soon named Scout and joined our family. He grew from a puppy to an adult and though a large dog he was always gentle and friendly. He had a loud bark and terrified anyone who visited, but truth be known, he was harmless. He had a great disposition. He grew up with the boys (three of them) and was a friend not only to us (his people), but to the two Beagles and to the cats (there were many and various.)
Scout was enthusiastic and loving. About six years ago I moved out of the house. Scout stayed with my ex, but I still thought of him as my dog. Whenever I visited he greeted me cheerfully, I was not forgotten. As he aged he had developed gray hair so he was no longer all black.
Last week, Scout became unable to walk. His rear legs became paralyzed. My son and I took him to the Vet. Apparently, it is common for large dogs to have spinal and hip degeneration in old age. Scout could no longer be himself. He couldn't go out and run as he once had loved to do. He couldn't control himself. The decision was hard but Scout's final moments were with my son and I.
What can I say about a good dog other than I will miss him. He was part of my family and I loved him. I sure hope there is a doggie heaven and that Scout is with Lady and Max, the beagles who were his companions for so many years. Goodby Scout!
Love,
Shel
PS: This wasn't really a classical paen because it wasn't a song. It was meant to be a tribute, and in that sense, I believe it is a paen.
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