I found out late yesterday that my young friend, Scoobie Doo Butler, has passed away. He was only a few months old and had the world before him to discover. His illness came on suddenly and, despite the efforts of his loving family and many of his friends from around the world... he gave up his fight and crossed over the bridge while in the arms of his loving Mother.
So many of our friends have crossed over this year. We have lost some legends and great pals. Some to sickness, some to accident and some to old man time sneaking up to take them.
Scoobs was just learning his way around life. He still struggled with the potty training, he was still figuring out what he liked to eat, he was still finding his place in the pack. He had just found a bond and relationship with his sister Jazzy. He was not yet a fully developed member of the clan but he was already dearly loved by all those who were lucky enough to have him cross their path.
His final days were not as any of us would have written his story. They were full of confusion, fear, panic and sadness. But even in those down emotions, the Facebook Nation found inspiration and joy in the daily reports of upturned spirits and the fighting little boy from Florida. He could not have fought harder, he simply could not fight longer and he went silently into the night being loved by his family.
We don't get to write our life story... we only get to play the starring role. All we can hope for is to love, be loved and in that... to be remembered for the person we were. Scooby has a short but wonderous life. He will be remembered for his angel face, his curious nature, a family the family that loved him and a community that, for a few days, prayed and worked together to help him.
Love to you, Scoobs. I will see you someday at the bridge and we can run and play together.
So many of our friends have crossed over this year. We have lost some legends and great pals. Some to sickness, some to accident and some to old man time sneaking up to take them.
Scoobs was just learning his way around life. He still struggled with the potty training, he was still figuring out what he liked to eat, he was still finding his place in the pack. He had just found a bond and relationship with his sister Jazzy. He was not yet a fully developed member of the clan but he was already dearly loved by all those who were lucky enough to have him cross their path.
His final days were not as any of us would have written his story. They were full of confusion, fear, panic and sadness. But even in those down emotions, the Facebook Nation found inspiration and joy in the daily reports of upturned spirits and the fighting little boy from Florida. He could not have fought harder, he simply could not fight longer and he went silently into the night being loved by his family.
We don't get to write our life story... we only get to play the starring role. All we can hope for is to love, be loved and in that... to be remembered for the person we were. Scooby has a short but wonderous life. He will be remembered for his angel face, his curious nature, a family the family that loved him and a community that, for a few days, prayed and worked together to help him.
Love to you, Scoobs. I will see you someday at the bridge and we can run and play together.