This is why Scooby will be missed

I took a fake poetry class at some point in college. I’m calling it fake because I didn’t exactly finish it. But why I didn’t finish it is a weird story. So pretend that fake story doesn’t exist. Because it’s fake. Now think about how many times I’ve used the word “fake” and realize that maybe it’s a bad thing I didn’t finish because I could’ve used the lesson on synonyms. The point to my odd ramblings is that I only remember two things from the class. One was that there was a poet with the name William Carlos Williams. The other thing I remember is a line a four or five year old wrote in a poem about his dog.

This little boy loved his dog. He loved his dog so much that when the dog passed away, the boy was depressed. He was having trouble in school and my professor asked him to write a poem about it. His poem was two lines and said:

“I miss my dog so much, I am reminded of him every time I look at the air.”

On Monday the dog I grew up with died. And I needed to lead in with that story because I need to convey that I completely understand that people love their pets so much. But if you met Scooby, my dog, you’d understand what I meant when I say it was hard to constantly love him. He would bark at literally any little movement. He would start in this low-pitched growl and move in to full eardrum-exploding chaos that nothing could tame. He would bite anyone he didn’t know, and since he had a horrible memory, that included his family. So sometimes he was hard to deal with.

But I also need to express that while I didn’t always show it, I loved him. And I loved him because my dad loved him. When my dad was in an accident where he was cutting down a tree and fell out and broke his legs, Scooby was outside with him. He ran to his rescue and stayed by his side until my dad got help. We also believe that the whole reason the Spurs won 4 championships is because in high-stress moments, we would play with Scooby and the Spurs would start to do better. He was a member of our family.

I can’t say that I was always gracious toward him, but I would have never done anything to hurt him. Animals are always to be at the very least respected. So to this, RIP Scooby. You will honestly be missed. And for some time that line will stick with me. I will think of you every time I look at the air.