Scoobie had a heart of gold; he was caring, loving and affectionate. He loved to snuggle whether it be with a human, canine, or feline and if you moved an inch he would follow you, snuggling in even deeper. He was smart and eager to learn - he loved to play games and do tricks. His favourite game was "yarn monster" which involved wrapping him up in wool (the evil "yarn monster") and he would then escape by destroying (and inevitably killing) the dreaded fiend. His yarn is still in his toy-box; many of the other toys have disappeared and been destroyed by later foster dogs, but the yarn remains as a reminder and a tribute to you, Scoob.
It has been nearly 18 months since we last saw Scoobie. It was heart-breaking when he left but we knew he would be happy with his new family. We cried for days, weeks, and months (never has a foster dog been so missed!), and when we heard about his condition and the decision to euthanase we were absolutely devastated. I can only imagine the pain your adoptive family were in when they found out about your condition and the agony they must have gone through making the decision to end your suffering. One thing I know for certain, Dear Little Scooble, is that you were loved. The impact you had on both your families was profound and I can assure you that you will never be forgotten. You will live on in our hearts and in our memories forever.