I Know I Have Whined About This A Lot...

So forgive me, I promise there’s a weird point to it.

Many of you may remember my beloved rescued racer greyhound, ‘Scuro, had to be put to sleep a couple weeks ago. I know everyone has been through this, and we have all felt the grief. I know people have serious problems and this may seem trivial to harp on, but I miss that doggie like I can’t even explain.

'Scuro was big for a grey, and the rescue agent said he had a zest for life like no dog she had ever seen. Everything made him happy. Every bowl of food was a feast, every walk was an adventure, every nap was heaven to that dog. 

He had been adopted and returned four times before we got him. They agent feared he was becoming unadoptable, and again, it was always because he was just too enthused. A fisherwoman adopted him, and returned him because day one, he jumped off the dock and most greys can’t swim, and he almost drowned.

So we knew getting him was risky. But he was so happy and bonded so quickly. Greys sleep most of the day, and he immediately made himself at home.  He adored us and we loved him. Greyhound racers don’t really have a puppyhood, they are raised in crates. So when you get them home, they have to learn how to play and what freedom is about.

I called ‘Scuro my co-writer, because whenever I was stuck on a script, I would take him for a walk and it would ALWAYS solve my problem.

After he passed, I was finding reminders of him everywhere and it never failed to make me sad. So, we decided to add some days at Disneyland to our Wondercon trip to cheer up, and be distracted for a bit.

So we get  in line for Haunted Mansion. The park is very busy. And we are having a great time.

We are in the graveyard line and there in the middle, there is a gravestone with a hound on top, and the name BUDDY.

"Buddy" was ‘Scuro’s name when we got him.

And the epitaph said (paraphrasing) “A TRUE FRIEND UNTIL THE VERY END”

At first I was shocked…what an odd coincidence. Then I started to tear up, I couldn’t help thinking this was here for him somehow.

But it’s odd…the words, meant as a little amusement, did make me think. We WERE friends to the end. And he always comforted me when I was sad.

I don’t believe in fate, but it really was the message he would give me, if he could.

"Don’t be sad. We were friends to the very end."

And we were. So, I am thinking about that, instead of feeling sorry for myself.

Life finds weird ways to wake you up, doesn’t it?