Adios Scott

Scott was a big bulldog who lived here in our apartment complex. He had to be put to sleep recently and we lost a good friend. Whenever you saw Matt you thought of Scott and vice versa. Scott had fortunately lived a long, happy life.

I must confess I tormented Scott. He was a good sport and in his mind he wanted to chase me and give me a run for the money. But Scott was stuck in the body of a big, lumbering bulldog and it didn’t help that he was getting up in years. Still, he was game for action right up until the end. I didn’t really know he was in poor health. I may have gone a bit easier on him if I’d known (but probably not!)

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