Dear Scottie Great-Grandmadre

Dear Scottie Great-Grandmadre,

Heather here. I don't know who you are and I'm pretty sure you never even knew my Scottie Mom - your granddaughter - adopted me and my silly brother Mr. K. Lately, though, I've heard a lot about you. At first, I heard you were sick like me and Mr. K were earlier this year. I heard you went to the hooman doctor just last week and they found a mysterious infection. Mr. K and I hate those mystery illnesses...especially when they're equally hard to cure. I'm pretty sure Scottie Mom doesn't like them, either. You never know when they're going to strike. I hope you weren't poked and prodded like we were when we were sick. Anyway, I've noticed my Scottie Mom has been taking a lot of calls about you lately, more and more as the days went by. Until today, when they suddenly stopped. That's when I realized something was wrong.

I found Scottie Mom sitting on the couch this morning on the phone with my Scottie Grandmadre. When she put down the phone, she didn't look at me or even send a smile my way. I started up my best helicopter tail. Slowly at first but fast enough to make her notice and once I did catch Scottie Mom's glance, I took my chance to walk on over and nudge my head against her legs until she reached down and offered me some pats on the back and a chin scratch. That's when she picked me up and put me in her lap. I'm not much of a lap dog like my brother, but I know when a good hooman needs my undevoted attention, so I sat down, looked up at Scottie Mom and flashed her my pearly whites. It worked! She smiled back and gave me a kiss. Still, it was filled with sadness and I soon learned that you went on to cross the hooman rainbow bridge.

We never had a chance to meet but I'm sure I would've liked you and you would have liked me, too. (Eventually.) Everyone does. Scottie Mom says it is a gift I have that draws everyone to like me, whether or not they consider themselves a "dog person." I think that's why I'm so good at making hoomans feel better when they're blue. And while I'm not exactly sure where you are now, I can promise you that I'll be looking after my own hoomans in case you can't. Take care, my Scottie Great-Grandmadre. Know my Scottie Mom misses you and I look forward to meeting you and all my Scottie friends who have passed many years down the road from now. ArRRoOo!