 Scooter (left) had been living on the streets and was hit by a car. When Animal control contacted Bully Rescue, she decided to check him for tattoos and, if there were none, to have him put down. However, when she went to see him, even though he was strapped down on the examining table, he wagged his tail at her. She HAD to save him. After healing in foster care, he came to me, a 10-month old red terror who found the only place he could escape the yard within milliseconds of his arrival.
We all know how teenage bullies can be, and he was all that and more. Many shoes and large pieces of furniture drew his fatal interest. He made me a more compassionate, patient person from the first (and last) time I yelled at him and then had to coax him out of the farthest corner of the yard. He wasn't my dog so much as my roommate, for he had a fierce independent streak. My friends became his friends on his terms, and I must say he was pretty successful, judging by the large number of his friends.
In December of 2006, at 14 years old, Scooter Pie Niehouse died peacefully at home, thanks to the kindness of the mobile vet. He had suffered a stroke that morning and told me it was time. His Aunt Dee and I held him and told him how wonderful he was as he slipped away.
So think a good thought about the boy and give your pets an extra treat in his memory!
Eileen Niehouse |
This page is designed to host photos and words to honor those dogs who have passed on in life but never in our hearts. This web page will serve as an everlasting remembrance of our former four-legged family members.
We rescued Figgy from San Francisco twelve years ago. He would have been 15 on May 19th, but left us on December 15th '07, after a fight with lymphoma. He was funny and feisty, loving and loved. Three times he provided comic relief in the Obedience ring, even causing solemn judges to crack a smile. We almost lost him once before to peritonitis, as a result of a blockage - but this time it was for real.