Yesterday was a terrible day. Aidan and I were visiting my mom when she received a phone call that her beloved Scout, who was at work with my dad, had been hit and killed by a car. Scout got outside without anyone knowing. We are grateful that the poor guy that hit her called to let us know.
It was devastating to my mom and dad who were just silly about her and heartbreaking for their family who are upset for our parents but also because we adored Scout.
Scout, nicknamed Girl Scout and Scouters, was a dear, sweet little lady. She just couldn't be a kinder dog yet on a few occurrences, she was found to be protective of Aidan, her brother cats, and of Scarlett, her little golden sister.
It was impossible to shield Aidan from the situation so there were many, many questions during the day and at bedtime that were difficult to answer. Jeff and I were honest yet soothing in our answers. We decided to end the discussion telling our favorite stories of Scout. My favorite memories are of how she would greet her visitors on the staircase by the front door. Sticking her head out between the rungs, she would measure your height and step on the appropriate step so your head and her head were the same height for the perfect greeting. I loved taking a moment to play chase outside or tug-of-war inside.
We said a prayer for Scout with hopes that she is running around, playing in a field with other dogs with that sweet grin on her face, we asked for comfort for my mom and dad, and we said thanks for getting the opportunity to know the sweet little girl.