This Fur Baby Friday is a little different than usual...
I spent most of Wednesday crying and hugging Maisy. Don't worry, she's fine. But I found out that someone I know back home had their house burn down Tuesday night, and he also lost his dog in it, who saved Scott's life.
Duncan the boxer woke Scott up in the middle of the night, barking and pawing at him because the house was on fire. So Scott grabbed his collar and ran out of the house. But once he got outside, he realized Duncan had gotten out of his collar and was still in the house. Scott tried to go back in but it was too hot, and afterwards, they found Duncan curled up on the bed.
When I heard this story, I just lost it. I always cry when I hear sad animal stories, but this one just got to me. Of course, because I know Scott, I feel absolutely terrible for him. And then because Duncan was a boxer, I started imagining how I would feel if that happened with Maisy. So this resulted in me sobbing for hours. My mom got a hysterical phone call where she probably thought I was dying.
I'm not really sure what the point of this post is. One is to honor Duncan, who is truly a hero. After imagining myself in Scott's situation, I hugged on my family all day and made sure that they knew how much I loved them. So I guess I'm writing this to say, hug on the people you love today. Tell them how thankful you are for them.