Scout, my heart and soul

When people ask me if I have kids, the answer is always yes.  I tell them that I have a 12 year old and a 6 year old.  Yes I am talking about my dogs.  They are my kids.  Scout is my oldest.  I got Scout when he was only a few months old when I moved to Germany.  I was all alone, in a new country .  Scout was there.  He was a pain in the ass at times but that is normal for a puppy.  Since then Scout has traveled with me to Kansas, Hawaii, North Carolina and Kentucky.  Scout has traveled to many different locations and vacations with me, as well.  He has dealt with the heartbreak of me leaving on two different deployments.  He has dealt with me working late nights, early mornings and spending all day with other dogs.  Through all of this his love and loyalty has never waivered.  Scout is my heart, soul, and my best friend. 

October 30th Scout bloated.  It was the scariest moment of his life and mine.  The only thing I could think is my poor puppy is suffering and dying and I am not there.  I chose to do whatever possible to save his life.  I opted for him to have the surgery that would possibly save his life.  The surgery was 5 hours long.  30% of his stomach was not viable so they had to remove it along with his spleen.  This lowered his chance at survival, but at this point I didn't care. I had to do whatever possible to save my best friends life.  Now he is on a tough road of recovery.  He was originally supposed to be released on Thursday, November 2nd, but now it's going to be longer.  Because of the extent of the surgery the medical bills are, as expected, stacking up.  There are great resources out there that have assisted in allowing me to save my dogs life.  Eventually these resources will catch up with me.  Which leads me to doing what I hate doing the most, asking for money.  I don't expect much but any little bit will help.