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The Spider and The Scoobs

2016-06-11 17.22.15 FB 6-11-162016-06-11 18.52.02 FB 6-11-16 Scooby FurSunlight pierced the window, a brazen spider highlighted as he rappelled from the ceiling. He scurried under a small bookcase and fast as I could I was down on my knees, searching. Those of you who know me know that I relocate spiders back outside, happy and free. There was some back and forth but he’s safely outside now with the rest of his family.

But what really got me was what else I saw under that bookcase. Scooby was there. For those of you who have followed his story, you know that I did not vacuum for many weeks after he passed away. I knew that so much of him was still here and I was in no hurry to disturb his presence. So vacuuming was put on hold.

A short while ago I said some prayers for him, for all of them who have crossed the Bridge, and gave the vacuum a whirl. But somehow I’d missed the area under the bookcase. Maybe I was supposed to miss it. And when I looked under there now I found a motherlode of Scooby fur all spread out like a Scooby nest.

Maybe that’s where the spiders have called home, venturing out only to bungee from the ceiling and then back to their safe place. It was their own Scooby Acres, a small carpet of Scooby, a place for them to huddle together. I chuckled, it made sense, how perfect it was. I loved finding that place. And then I came back with a damp paper towel and very gently swiffered everything up.

Watching me the whole time was The Munchkin. She’d never paid any attention to the Scooby Nest, surely she knew it was there. The Munchkin and I have never had that talk, the Scooby Talk. Just didn’t want to do it, not ready yet. For now my attention has been focused on getting The Munch feeling safe, comfortable, secure. She needs that help. Talking about Scooby was part of the plan, just not yet.

So there we were, the three of us, talking about life and dust and Scooby fur, a moment that included two special dog friends in different forms and a damp paper towel. Then the three of us headed outside and released everything from that paper towel, letting it float back to rejoin the earth for the birds who will quickly build it into their next nest, their Scooby Nest.

Tomorrow, Sunday, June 12, will mark 17 weeks since The Gentle Beagle left my home. So if the best I can do on a Saturday night is spend some quiet time with The Munchkin and The Scoobs, some dust and a damp paper towel, I’d say I’m a pretty lucky guy.

Definitely missing The Scoobs, but absolutely still a lucky guy.

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In Memory of Scooby Chusid:
August 31, 1994 – February 14, 2016
Always Loved, Always Remembered.