Today, Michael’s childhood dog had to be put to sleep.Scrappy was almost 14 years old (which is such a long life for such a big dog)! The whole family loved him so much, especially all the boys. They always counted him as their fourth “brother”.

I don’t have a whole lot to write, other than that he was a good boy. And to a dog, that is the very best thing you can say.

I’m sorry we couldn’t be there to say goodbye, Scrappy, but I thought of you all day long. I’m so glad we got to see you just a couple weeks ago at Christmastime.We’ll miss your excited, wagging tail next time we come home to visit, but we will see you again someday.

We love you, Scrappadoodledoo.