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Baxter

April 11, 2008

This morning’s email from my mom:

 

We got a nice card the other day from the Scottie Rescue Organization.

 

Baxter, our scottie, died of cancer in early April.  He was diagnosed with cancer on March 26.  Baxter showed no signs or symptoms of cancer prior to this and his “parents” are devastated.  Rich and Greta have introduced several other scotties into their home with  Baxter and he always graciously accepted them as his pals. 

 

It was a sobering card and reminded me of his quirky habits; telling us when it was time for bed and, of course, eating Barbie and Troll.

 

Dad preferred to remember Baxter as the “Big Screen TV.”

Baxter was the dog that ate a bunch of our toys when he was a puppy (including Barbies, green army men, and trolls). He then ate a bathroom rug in an attempt to make himself throw up all the plastic he undoubtedly regretted having eaten in the first place. It didn’t work and he was left with a belly like a drum. When he was having trouble breathing and stopped eating, he was brought him to the vet where they cut open his intestines and discovered completely intact Troll feet (with the “Russ” imprint on the bottom), Barbie hair, and green army men. And the bathroom rug.

 

From that point forward, Dad called him the “Big Screen TV” since the money spent to save Baxter was money that would have perhaps been spent on a TV instead.

 

Eventually, Baxter’s legs became arthritic and he was not suited to move with us to a multi-level home. A loving family adopted him through Scottie Rescue and he lived many happy years with the medications, treatment, and love he needed for his bowed legs.

 

I remember Baxter as a calm and patient old man in a shaggy, stumpy dog’s body.

 

When in Sauk Centre, we had a frequent visitor with disabilities come rolling up our steep driveway on his motorized chair. Mike would come talk to my dad about how the Mainstreeters or Gophers were doing that season — he loved to talk with my dad.  One night, Mike’s visit brought him indoors. We all remember Baxter sitting at Mike’s feet the entire night, not bothered in the least by his unpredictable movements, slurred speech, or motorized chair. In fact, it was as if Baxter knew that Mike was someone special, someone with such a big heart only Baxter could really understand.

 

I am so grateful that the Lord gives us memories like these to celebrate when sadness comes. Amazing how our pets can continue to enrich our lives even after they’re gone.

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  1. AUNT GINNIE permalink
    April 11, 2008 3:01 pm

    I REMEMBER THE DAY YOU DROVE UP TO THE BRAINERD AREA TO “JUST LOOK AT THEM”…….C’MON WE KNEW YOU WERE GOING HOME WITH ONE…..BUT WHICH ONE. I DROVE WITH YOU ALL TO NISSWA TO WHERE THEY WERE. I RECALL SITTING IN THE BACK WITH YOU THREE KIDS, DAD AND MOM IN THE FRONT OF THE VAN AFTER THE BIG PURCHASE…….CHATTERING BACK AND FORTH ABOUT NAMES. I CAN REMEMBER “DEXTER” WAS THE NAME YOU WERE READY TO SETTLE ON, BUT THEN AS WE DROVE INTO BAXTER (WHERE WE NOW LIVE) AND YOU SAW THE SIGNS…..IT JUST SEEMED TO FIT…..AND SO BAXTER IT WAS!!!! IT’S NO SECRET I LOVE THE SCOTTIE DOGS…..THEY HAVE SUCH A NEAT PERSONALITY THAT MAKES THEM SO SPECIAL.

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