Wiley's Wisdom

Joy: From the Ground Up

The Same In Any Language October 21, 2013

He was patient. He was kind and gentle. And he fooftered. A lot. These are the things people are saying about my dear doggie cousin Scotty tonight. At the age of 12 1/2 he has left us for the Rainbow Bridge, and I can’t help but join the family in mourning his loss.

We All Have A StoryBut there’s this thing I need to share about Scotty and I. We didn’t exactly get along. This is not for lack of trying on either of our parts. We were family. And we liked each other. Scotty the greyhound and Wiley the terrier just didn’t really speak the same language. When we would get together at family functions, he would relax in what I deemed his “spot” somewhere in the middle of the living room floor. I would try with all my might to entice him into a game of chase. I wagged and jumped and pawed. And he laid there, calm as a cucumber, often in a deep and peaceful slumber. I’d never really met a dog like him before.

It all made sense when I learned more about his background. We all have a story and Scotty was no different. He spent the first five years of his life as a working dog at a greyhound race track. I can’t imagine what that must have been like, but I can testify to the quirks that became part of his unique personality as a result.

I adapted pretty easily to my forever home when I was adopted because I was used to the same things many of us rescue dogs are accustomed to. To a greyhound like Scotty on the other hand, a home was a whole new way of life. It was like a new chapter, a fresh start, and (best of all) it incorporated characters into his life like Ken and Sue (his forever people). I can tell from the time we spent together they loved him deeply, which is all any dog really ever strives for. Though I’m not even sure he knew he was a dog.ย In his mind heย was a companion.

Scottyย lived a full life as what I would describe as a servant leader. He may not have understood play, but he understood patience (which is not exactly the norm in us canines). It was with this unique sense of patience he taught me you can like each other an awful lot but sometimes you just don’t speak the same language. And that’s okay because the basic lessons of life are the same in any language.

I’ve said before all characters enter our life for a reason. I know Scotty entered mine to teach me some very important life lessons. He was patient. He was kind and gentle. He knew how to make people laugh (because let’s face it – foofters are just a fact of life). Most importantly, he taught us to live in the present. Now is the time. Not yesterday and not tomorrow. Now.

I know if he were here, he would likely agree with the words of Roman philosopher Marcus Tullius Cicero who suggested “it is foolish to tear one’s hair in grief, as though sorrow would be made less by baldness.” So while I know he wouldn’t want those of us left behind to be sad (or tear out our fur for that matter), I take this moment (my own personal now) to pause and reflect on all things Scotty.

Rest in peace, dear friend. You will be missed.

Scotty

 

35 Responses to “The Same In Any Language”

  1. JackieP Says:

    It’s always sad for a friend to have to leave. But you can be assured that he is having lots of fun snoozing in the middle of the Rainbow Bridge.

    • Dear Jackie,
      This made me smile. He was indeed an expert snoozer so I’m certain that is exactly what he’s doing while he patiently waits to reunite with his beloved people Ken and Sue. ๐Ÿ™‚
      Thanks for your kind words,
      Wiles

  2. Kuruk Says:

    What a beauwooowooootiful tribute to Scotty!

  3. scrapydo Says:

    This is so beautiful, the way you tell it. It is just how it is. I love you lots for your sympathetic heart and way of talking about Scotty. I am sure he rests in peace! Hugs to you dear friend.

  4. kiwiskan Says:

    I’m sorry for your loss…

  5. utesmile Says:

    You have written this beautifully and the lesson learnt is perfect. It is always sad to lose a pet, I do know. hugs!

  6. writetowag Says:

    Wiles, we send blessings and love for you and Scotty’s family…In Scotty’s picture, you can tell he was a very gently soul…I am so sorry for your loss…I am so thankful he enjoyed a long life of retirement and love…Hugs

  7. Basil Says:

    A beautiful tribute, sending you whole family a cuddle!

  8. I’m sorry for all of your sadness, W. Mom and I said prayers for your family to heal from this loss. Scotty was beautiful. The peace and calm shine out from inside him.

    Love and licks,
    Cupcake

  9. I am so sorry for your loss ~ but I must ask ~ what’s a foofter?

  10. Good bye is a very hard word. I’m so sorry for Scotty and his family.

  11. askfisher Says:

    It is so hard to lose a special friend, even if they sleep through your attempts at play. My condolences to those who mourn.

  12. Wiley, I’m sorry for your loss. Scotty is most likely running for sheer pleasure in Heaven. I am sure you will miss your friend a lot. Love you, Wiley!

  13. huntmode Says:

    Wyles, we here at the HuntMode abode heard this news with a pang of fellowship and sadness/grief. Greyhounds are just different. They border somewhere near mystical – they are bred for sped, intelligence and love. While in their professional life, too often the love is put on hold and when these greyhounds retire, especially to their forever homes and families, they finally get to expand their loving aspect – and, oh, these guys know how to love, and are so grateful for every bit of love you give them. You were blessed to have known Scotty – what a gorgeous softee he was. And, he was most assuredly bless to know you. A couple of notes here: greyhounds sleep about 22.5 hours a day – seriously. Thing Two: I’m guessing Scotty pretended to snooze when you wanted to chase and play tag – he’d have cleaned your clock, dear Wyles – he was of the breed famous for being the second fastest land animal on the planet, second to the cheetah. He could hit 45 miles per hour in three strides, Wyles…. ๐Ÿ™‚ And, I guarantee you he is snoozing and running right this minute! Please give our sympathy and prayers/joy to his family that they got to have Scotty. ๐Ÿ™‚ HuntMode, Ella the Greythound and Elby That Cat….plus Claire and Dyssa and Doven and JuJu – the HuntMode Clan past and present.

    • Dear Huntmode,
      I thought of you while writing this post. I thought to myself, “self, I’m excited for Scotty to meet Claire (and Dyssa and Doven and Juju) at the Rainbow Bridge. They can play and run and sleep together all the time now. Their suffering is over and now they can be themselves again.” I do appreciate your thoughts and sympathy and will be sure to pass it along to Scotty’s dear forever people. They loved him deeply, as he them. I did too – though I still don’t understand why he would fake snooze to avoid play time. ๐Ÿ˜‰
      Lots of love,
      Wyles

      • huntmode Says:

        He didn’t want to embarrass you, Wyles – you’d never have caught him. Thanks for passing our message on – I am touched you thought of all of us. Wouldn’t it be a fun idea that all our good friends of canine, feline, etc. keep an eye on our ongoing lives and when a companion of their persuasion – animal – passes over, all the others in the tribe of that particular clan are there to greet them and catch up on the news. ๐Ÿ™‚ I find that comforting.

      • Dear HuntMode,
        I’m certain something like this exists for our animal loved ones. Seeing is not believing. I simply have faith and am comforted by that faith. ๐Ÿ™‚
        Lots of love,
        Wyles

  14. It’s always a sad day to lose a good friend. But you have those nice memories to keep him close.

  15. Reblogged this on Wiley's Wisdom and commented:

    Revisiting a tribute to Scotty, who was missed again at this year’s Christmas festivities.


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