|Obscot Mystic Ringbearer: Mr. Frodo|
|Frodo with with his three siblings. Irene reminded me that both Andy and Frodo had milk beards when they were born|
|Frodo at 1 year old|
|Frodo searching for those rabbitts|
|And a squirrel was never out of his sight|
Frodo also loved walking the neighborhood. He would dance with joy when he's hear us take the leashes off the hook. He would prance and pull, and if one of the girls got even one inch ahead of him while walking, he'd pull until he was first. He always wanted to be the lead dog.
|Frodo looked so cute in his yellow Lands End coat|
|He rolled in mulch so I usually cut his skirt off. He liked the nekkid look|
He was a brindle coated Scottie. His coloring was so unique with the reds and blonde of Fiona mixed with the black of his father Anthony (a Wildwind Scottie). I would let him grow out and so when he was groomed we'd always admire his brindle coat. He had a swatch of brown next to his right eye which gave him a very distinguished look. And when he was young, he had a Bardene white ring around his tale. He began to get more gray in his beard this year, but that never stopped this high energy dog. He wasn't afraid of anything!
|And he always found the best napping places|
|A pillow and a chair were always the favorite places|
The day my Grandma died, he began to limp. My Vet thought he'd just pulled a muscle as he always ran with his heart out front. Then last Sunday, he became lethargic and stopped eating. Last Tuesday, we took him back and my Vet was very puzzled with the symptoms. She then put it together that he had probably been bit by a tick that had Ehrlichiosis. And indeed he had as the tick lab test came back positive. Frodo had a low white count from birth, so his immune system did not have the strength to fight off the infection. After two more visits to the Vet and adding steroids to his medication, he was doing a little better Tuesday night. Chris took him for a walk out in the field behind our house. Frodo was too weak to walk down to the bridge where he loved looking at all the frogs and birds. I got home and spoon fed him half a can of Pedigree. He fell asleep in his crate. The next morning, I found him gone. The girls were in the chair watching as I sat and cried for my boy. Both Chris and I were just beyond as even though we knew he was seriously ill, we so thought he'd make it. But alas, FalaPink and SkyeBlue must have decided they wanted him to join them in a rollicking game of chase on the other side of the Rainbow Bridge.
|Frodo's couch. He had to have it in the center of the room.|
|Frodo's empty couch|
|Mr. Frodo will always be with us|