02/13/2026
A Remembrance
He wandered the streets of Wetumpka, Alabama until a shelter gave him a temporary home where we discovered
him. Incredibly, some shelter volunteers drove him all the way from Alabama to the Blue Dolphin Diner in Apalachin,
NY where we met him for the first time. He jumped out of the car and ran to us with his short-legged gallop as if he
knew us, jumping up and knocking over our daughter Cassidy.
We got him home where he fell asleep on our couch, half-on with his back legs dangling off the edge, totally at ease.
His wandering days were through. He had finally found his pack.
Well, his pack had to say goodbye to our beloved Scrappy and we are heartbroken, for now.
He resembled something out of Greek mythology or a Tolkien novel. Amy said he looked like a big dog on short legs
and I described him as a dog made by committee with spare parts. His back feet looked like they belonged on the
March Hare while his front legs, short and muscular, would have made Popeye proud except they were bent at the
wrist forty-five degrees outward. Tufts of hair swirled from his feet and legs and wiry spikes framed his soulful brown
eyes. He would stand with his barrel chest out and his legs crossed in a balletic first position that would have
impressed Balanchine. He had a jaunty bounce to his step and a twinkle in his eyes and all of this made for an enchanting, adorable pup.
Who knew that when he bounded to us all those years ago that he would be so bound to our hearts? Losing him has
left a void. But when we think about how much he filled our lives with companionship and joy and unconditional love,
filled it to overflowing, how could it not?
We miss him terribly and will always love him and will see him from time to time, when we least expect him,
wandering through our memories.
Fare thee well Little Doo.
