Rest in Peace, Skooty Dog

My boss sent me a message that her dog passed away last night. I remember meeting Skooty when he was a small warm bundle of fur. I dogsat for a night, taking him for a walk around the area, and discovering that grass made his feet itch. I fixed him ham and cheese for dinner and snuggled on the couch and watched movies. Later, we both tried to sleep, unsuccessfully because he had allergies and I was in a strange bed with a dog who was itching. My boss' husband passed almost two years ago and I like to think of Skooty romping at the feet of his best friend. I think my boss might be relieved that Skooty is gone. The past few months, Skooty had separation anxiety making leaving for work difficult. I rode last Friday and again on Tuesday. I trotted in half circles, around the full arena and in figure eights. I worked on keeping Hope's head straight and my hands still and my mouth shut so I wouldn't apologize for everything I did wrong. Constant apologies bother my instructor. My mother's aide attended a funeral service yesterday, so I helped Dad take care of my mother and we took a field trip to the nail salon. I could not attend hapkido classes the last three times, but was able to start again last night. It felt good to be back. Planning on going to kickfit after work. I wonder why elderly animals get skinny and don't seem to be able to maintain their weight. Dad is frail and skinny. Planning on a special meal and a few gifts for my husband on Sunday in celebration of Dad's Day.