I know most people really don't want to hear stories that puts a damper on their day, but I just wanted a little support from my friends here on the .Org. A few hours ago, my dog Butch was killed by a car. My wife had brought him with her to pick up my son in CT, & @ the gas station, he jumped out of the car while she was getting gas & he ran into the intersection. On top of being filled with the utmost of sadness, I feel furious rage @ the same time. I don't know why I'm feeling so angry. I don't know if I'm mad @ my wife, the person who hit Butch, or @ God. He was only a baby. He would've been 2 in December. I'm going to miss him dearly. I know when people's dogs pass on, they say "He or she was the best dog in the world". Well.....to me, Butch was the best dog in the world. He was a great companion, fun to play with, & great with little kids. Here's some tidbits on Butch:
My wife & I wanted a dog when we moved into our new house last year. We went to the pet store & looked around. Most of the dogs were just a couple of weeks old & they had the typical variety. In one of the kennels by himself, there was a little black purebred Scottish Terrier. We found out he was the oldest dog in the pet store, about 5mo old. One of the pet store workers said she thinks nobody wanted him because he had a wicked kink @ the end of his tail. On top of that, he seemed lazy & lethargic like he had just woke up from a coma. The more my wife held him, the more she was falling in love with him. Me; I thought I was strictly a "big dog" person & was kind of against getting a little Scotty....but before I knew it, we were bringing our newest addition to the family home.
The people @ the pet store were calling him "Scotty" for the past couple of months. We thought it was stupid(as I can't stand ironic names for pets; like naming a Dalmation "Spot") & were trying to come up with something that fit him. We just came up with anything that came to mind & somehow "Butch" fit him perfect like a hand-in-glove.
I didn't like him the 1st day, but by the end of the week, I loved him. He was rough & tumble & could play like a big dog. He got into this attack where he'd run around the couch 100mph, bite your & then run again. We used to call it the "chew-&-screw". He used to go crazy when he saw other animals on TV, sometimes would wine & sometimes would watch animal shows with us with his head tilted. He chewed @ least 6 pairs of my wife's shoes. When he'd play bite, you could hear his teeth make an audible "CHOMP", & you could hear the same thing when he tried chasing his tail. You could lay him on his back while you watched TV & he'd just fall asleep right in your arms.
Yes, today's one of the saddest days of my life; I've lost a close family member & as of now, it feels like it'll take forever to get over it. I'm gonna miss that little guy. "We love you, Butch, & we will miss you dearly.......Rest In Peace"
Here's a few pics of Butch:
Butch a couple of weeks after we got him.
Playing in the snow last winter.