And this is how Scout's personality came to be. My precious angel of 11 years. Scout greeted everyone she knew or didn't know. And a lot of times, she just sat there and let the stranger pet her and then rolled over for her belly to be rubbed.
Every time someone came over, Scout ran to the door and then grabbed a toy from her toy box and ran in circles on the rug.
There is a lot I can write here. But I want to leave you with this beautiful eulogy my co-worker, Mark E. Griffin wrote.
I read this last night at our pot luck in Scout's memory:
A Eulogy for Scout
Soon after we are born, we learn that the objects and people in our lives can be permanent. As we grow older, we learn that that permanence is fleeting. When someone – or even a pet – close to us dies, we are reminded of that fleeting nature of life, that the people around us might sometime be gone.
Mark E. Griffin