10/10/2020Scooby came to us in 2005, in North Carolina where we found her at the animal shelter. She was already a mother, at the age of about one and a half years, and she immediately adopted us and taught us to be good pet parents and, later, good parents. She taught us how to know when she needed to go outside. She taught us what walks were. She taught us what real listening was. She taught us to keep a regular schedule: She would wake us up every day at 5 am, would insist on dinner at 5 pm sharp, and she would tell us to go to bed at 10 o'clock. She protected us from mice in the house, rats and squirrels in the backyard, and delivery and repairpersons of all types. She would often try to help with the dishes. Whenever someone spilled food, she would try to clean the floor. And she taught us the joy of belly rubs and of tug-of-war.

She was initially suspicious of our human children, and our other beagle, Homer, but then she adopted them as well and displayed affection for them often. Our extended family often joked that she was a big sister, but the truth was Scooby really was very protective of all of us, more like a furry little mother.

Scooby accompanied us from North Carolina, to California, to Rhode Island, and to Kansas City. She loved road trips, often looking out the window. She loved walking, exploring, smelling new smells, rawhide bones, and food, and more food. She once sneaked a whole package of hamburger buns off of Aunt Danna's table and then was upset that we wouldn't feed her dinner that day, even though her little belly was so swollen that it looked painful. Her little sad eyes could fool people into thinking we didn't feed her enough, right after she had just been fed.

When we were sick, Scooby could tell; and she offered comfort. When we were well, she offered affection. She was loving, but seldom needy.

We had about 15 good years with Scooby. And her illness, when it came, was too sudden. There was no real time for goodbye. But that's often how it is with the ones we love. Even in her passing, Scooby was teaching us to appreciate the everyday moments with our loved ones.

Scooby will always be family. The memories we made together will always be a part of us. We were lucky to have her as long as we did. And we're better people for having had her in our lives.

Scooby, we miss you.
Andrew EvansLenexa, KansasOctober 19, 2020
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