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...and then there were three

Muffy -- call the roll.

>>hzzz.

name kc...

name kc...

name kc...

>>hzzz. bigfoot strike scrup'l name kc from roster.

The Littlest Scruple is now trotting the towpath on a longer trip than the ones we used to take when we walked together, even though it's been a couple of years since she was up to it.

It was a bad week followed by a bad night and a worse morning. This afternoon, she told me it was time. Past time...

The walks were all about the journey, not the destination, back when. Keeping the other two pups from getting overly enthusiastic with the wild things we met in the forest margins. Demonstrating the proper method of greeting small kids with nervous parents. Proving that a small dog with short legs can travel just as far as a big dog with long legs.

This time, the walk is about the destination, Little Bit. Stick to the towpath, follow your nose and listen for the dog-voices from a hundred dog-years ago.

Back then, the destination was always home, regardless of the roundabout ways we took to get there. This time, the walk is one-way...

KC: Sometime in Spring, 1991 -- 3 May, 2006

Now is the time at Castle Argghhh! when we dance sing a soul to the Soft Green Field adjoining Fiddler's Green, where the small sparks of life go when they become embers.

Dreamless sleep, KC. Rest...

16 Comments

Oh dear. You did such a great job of sharing KC with us that I feel like I knew her. Hugs to you, dear Bill, and long strokes of comfort for the sparks left behind.
 
Deepest sympathies, Bill... Nothing else to say that could even start to fill the hole... KC is in good company...
 
Damn entropy. Damn damn damn. Well, someone, Sebastian, Little Guy, Ninja, Gabby, Mickey, or SGT Whiskey will meet her and show her where the Castle Food Bowls and Water Dishes are. And she can go hang out with Rescorla and crowd and listen to bad, but enthusiastic, singing. I understand that Piddler's Green is also Hell for Squirrels, so there's plenty to do.
 
Piddler's Green, eh John? I kinda like the sound of that. KC is, indeed, in good company. I'm so sorry to hear about her passing though, Bill. I know how much you love yer scruples.
 
Ahh, Bill - so sorry to hear that. I'm sure Sgt. Whiskey and the rest will help her find all the cookies she can eat. Hugs to you, and to the scrup'l pack missing their friend.
 
Sorry to hear it, poor doggie. She'll be enjoying the runs at piddlers green.
 
My condolences, Bill.
 
I'll burn a paper squeeky toy for her. What a good puppy, always leading by example. I'm sorry for your loss, Bill.
 
Deepest sympathies.
 
Aw, man. Sorry to hear that.
 
Bill, I'm so sorry you lost your sweet KC. I'm sure she is gnawing on a huge bone, wagging her tail, and then jumping and playing with all the other Castle scruples at Piddlers Green.
 
Comrade, There's times I think the littlest one's have it so much better than we.... I'll lift a pint to you and KC and all the other's on the roll... Lord knows it's got enough names these days..... God Bless Us One And All... Respects, AW1 Tim
 
Sorry to hear that. My best condolences to all of you.
 
All they want to do is be your best friend. I am sorry for your loss; you'll see her out of the corner of your eye for a while and you'll miss her, but she's fine. I think all mine miss me, too, so I keep the one's I have close. Good buddies. Dan
 
Embers never die; they are warm and light with the memory of a life well lived. RIP, KC.
 
I'm so sorry to hear of your loss. The little ones gone on before will be waiting for us. What's heaven without them?