Telling readers that Saturday – the day of Scout’s death – was “a day our family has long been dreading, but expecting,” Wilkinson cited her beloved pet’s struggle with arthritis after sustaining a significant injury as a puppy.
“When she was just an 11-week-old puppy she had a terrible fall from the top of a four-metre wall here at our house — puppy curiosity getting the better of her — and her life should’ve ended then,” The Today host and editor-at-large of the publication wrote.
We still can’t quite believe it, but just weeks after losing our beautiful cat Lola, our sweet, loyal, precious Scout has also left us. The ache she has left in our lives is unbearable but the memories are so very sweet. So, to try and work through it all, I wrote a column for Huffington Post…and, if you’ve ever loved an animal, I’m sure you’ll be able to relate. The link is in my @lisa_wilkinson Twitter account. Farewell my beautiful girl…
She continued: “But she defied the odds and, at great expense to the management, the local vet managed to screw her shattered little bones back together. But the truth is, we would have paid anything to fix her, so quickly did she become the centre of our family’s universe.”
The decision to purchase a boxer back in 2004 was purposeful. The fond memories Lisa had of growing up with boxers defined her childhood, and the loving mother was determined to provide her own children with the same experience.
“I was always sure that when I had kids of my own, I wanted to replicate that beautiful experience for them. And yes, okay, for me too.”
Scout brought the 56-year-old’s family together in their darker days, and provided endless joy to Lisa, her husband Peter and three children Louis, Billi and Jake.
“For everyone in our family, she was a cure-all. Having a bad day? Go and spend some time with Scout,” the mum of three said, “Mum and Dad on your case? Scout will give you a loving lick on the face. Kids driving you nuts? Scout again. Never taking sides. Just there. And always, always happy to see you.”
Scout’s enthusiasm and unending love was infectious, her greetings always the epitome of warm. The ritual of Scout bounding out to the driveway whenever somebody came home is one of Lisa’s most cherished memories.
“We all received the same greeting: an excited happy dance, a tail that almost wagged itself off, a sniff of our hand, a sneeze of excitement. The sort of unadulterated, uncomplicated sheer joy just at the mere sight of you that no human ever delivers.”