Monday, June 10, 2013

Scamp's Story: I Love Animals...It's People I Can't Tolerate....

That's a bit of an exaggeration, but much of the time, I do prefer the company of animals to that of humans. Animals are not petty or insincere. Animals don't lie, though they can occasionally be manipulative. They're not judgmental. They don't care what you have or don't have, only how you treat them. In short, they're not as much of a pain in the butt as most people are. This is the first time in my life I'm not sharing my home and my life with a critter of some kind.

With critters, what you see is what you get.

Maybe I'm more at ease with critters because I grew up with them. We lived on a farm during most of my childhood. There weren't many kids around, so my playmates usually had four legs, feathers, hooves or, occasionally, scales.

Scamp joined our family when I was five. I'd had another dog who'd died, and my parents felt I needed a new best friend as soon as possible. Mom found an ad in the newspaper and took me along to see the pup who was in need of a new home. She didn't tell me we were looking for a dog for me. She wanted to see how I responded to the pup first.



The pup was maybe a month old, a collie-terrier mix. She was a ball of black and white fuzz with warm, intelligent eyes and an affectionate nature. And the connection between us was immediate. Mom was convinced this was the right dog to take away my sadness at having lost Trouble.

I loved the movie Lady and the Tramp, so it was easy to choose a name for my new friend. Scamp was the name of their pup. Okay, the pup in the movie was a male and my new canine companion was female, but did that really matter?

We were inseparable from the start. The only time we weren't together was when I was in school. Scamp slept with me. She tagged along when I went horseback riding. We watched TV together. Mom and Dad said they never worried when I was out of sight, because as long as I was with the dog and the horse, I was safe.

Scamp and I grew up together. I was sixteen when she died, and I had a difficult time dealing with the loss...especially since she died because she'd been protecting me. I'd had a run-in with a neighborhood idiot. The moron hit me. Scamp bit him. He shot her. She didn't die right away, but complications from the gunshot made it necessary for her to be euthanized.

She's been gone over forty years now. Hard to believe it's been that long....

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  1. Something about those childhood pets really, really stays with us... that's the case for you with Scamp.

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    1. Yes...I think she'll always be with me.

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  2. What a beautiful tribute to a beloved pet. I also love the picture. There is nothing like the bond between human and animal. Thanks for sharing this story, it was such a good way to wind down the day.

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    1. Thanks, Lulu...I'm glad you enjoyed it!

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  3. I am in tears...
    Lovely story but I am in tears.
    I too loved "Lady and the Tramp" but not for Lady, a big no ! or even Tramp it was because of .... can your guess who ? it was true love at first sight.

    And I am with you "I love animals it's people I can't tolerate" sign me up on the dotted line.

    cheers, parsnip

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    1. I know what an animal lover you are, Gayle. Your devotion to the Square Ones is more than evident on your blog!

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  4. Clearly, Scamp was a wonderful friend.

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    1. The best friend I could have ever had!

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  5. I love cuddling up with my non-judgmental cat at the end of a long day. :) What a tragid end for Scamp, but lovely that you got to spend so much time being her friend.

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    1. I was lucky to have her, Carla! I read somewhere that angels come to earth in the form of animals. It wouldn't surprise me at all!

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  6. OMG, what a horrible, horrible end for Scamp! That was terrible -- can you see my blood pressure rising? Of course your heart still aches. It always will. Scamp was the purest love possible. But how blessed you are to have had that love -- and the memories -- but not the shooting, OMG! I feel for you!

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    1. In the days before she died, she would drag herself into my bedroom at night so she could sleep next to my bed. As much pain as she was in, she was still the loyal friend.

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  7. Its so hard when a beloved friend passes on Norma, especially when it was too soon as in Scamps case, that would have been horrendous for you. Our furry friendships mean everything to us..I'm trying to pluck up the courage to open my heart again, its scary when you think how much it hurts.

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    1. It's hard to open yourself to potential loss after that. My parents got me another dog, but it wasn't the same, and I eventually gave Snoopy to someone who could bond with her when I couldn't.

      It's been the same since I lost my bird, Sam. He was with us for twenty-one years, and losing him was like losing a child. He's been gone over two years now, and I have yet to bring another animal or bird into our home. A part of me really wants to, yet I'm afraid I'd compare them to Sam.

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