Dogs and Starfish

I just woke up and was having a dream about Scoobie and Jackie. We were in my parent's backyard running around but the yard was different than it is now. The old patio and stairs were still in place. Buckets of starfish lined the side and front of the porch next to giant planters made from tires and rims. One of the starfish "sat up" on its legs to look at me. It had eyes, little black beady ones, underneath where its stomach should be. When it saw me it walked towards me on its legs to get a better look. It exchanged glances with another starfish, climbed up the side of the bucket and disappeared in to a hole in the top. What the?
I walked up the stairs into the house and Daddy was playing ball with the girls. He was sitting in his chair and was throwing the ball through the sliding door into the living room, which was slightly ajar. Scoobie and Jackie were falling all over themselves to get to it. Poor clumsy Jackie, knocking into things. Scoobs was jumping all over and even managed to push the ottoman out of the way with her back legs during an enthusiastic, springy attempt to catch it. It came to me so I picked it up and it felt like a sopping wet sponge... like heavy wet foam rubber. When I threw it, it landed with a splat on the shelf knocking over one of Mommy's porcelain owls. Jackie gently picked it up and brought it to me. Anyone who knew Jackie knows that when she got control of the ball she used to take off in the opposite direction to chew on it rather than return it. So, good girl, Jackers! I took it from her and this time, when I threw it, it made it through the half opened door.

And then I woke up.

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No more generic Blog*Spot page. I've been meaning to update the name and look of the page for some time but just never got around to it. Meaning... I couldn't figure out the html crap. Now that I've gotten the gist, or given the appearance that I have, Scoobers will be able to live on in the blogosphere!

Better late than never!

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I was awoken at about 11 am this morning by Christine when she came home for lunch. She normally comes home a little after noon and we sit in the livingroom, eat, chit-chat and, dare I say, watch The Bold and the Beautiful. Today she was early. Today, she also came into my room and sat on my bed. I looked at the clock and asked her why she was early and she told me that our mom had sent an email out to tell us that our beloved dog, of 13 years, had passed away last night. She wanted to buffer the news that Mommy couldn't tell us in person because she was unable to do so without breaking down in tears.

We are all very sad but also thankful that we had so many years and good memories of her. Also, we are grateful that she passed quietly and peacefully.
My mom and dad told me that she had been laying in the hallway. Her breathing was labored and she did not seem to want to move. They brought her some water and although she did not appear to be in pain she lifted her head but did not attempt to get up or take a drink. A while later my parents, in the next room, heard her get up and walk into the kitchen and lay down between the island and the desk. My dad went in to check on her only to find that she had stopped breathing.
My mother said, "She went just like Scoobie. So quiet. Such a good girl."
It gives me comfort to think that Scoobie and Jackie are together again- playing, chasing, teasing and egging one another on. Maybe we will see them too someday on the Rainbow Bridge.

Good bye, Scoobers. We will miss you.

~Mom

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