The hardest part wasn’t losing my son. It was watching his dog, Scout, wait by the door for three weeks after the funeral.
Jake had rescued Scout from a shelter when he was just a puppy, and for eight years, they were inseparable. Jake played college baseball, and Scout would sit in the bleachers during practice, wearing a tiny team jersey Jake had gotten made for him. When Jake moved into his own apartment after graduation, Scout went with him, of course.
After the accident, Scout came to live with us. But he was lost. He wouldn’t eat, wouldn’t play, and spent most of his time sitting in Jake’s old room, staring at the door. I was heartbroken watching him grieve just as hard as we were.
That’s when I decided to build this. I remembered how much Scout loved being around Jake’s baseball gear, how he’d curl up on Jake’s glove bag after games. So I designed this baseball dugout bed, complete with the chain link fencing and a place to display Jake’s jerseys and caps.
Building it myself felt impossible with everything else I was dealing with, so I reached out on the Tedooo app to see if anyone could help. A local woodworker named Tom messaged me back within hours. When I explained what I wanted and why, he offered to build it at cost. “”For a good boy who lost his best friend,”” he said. We worked together on the design, making sure Scout would feel safe and surrounded by Jake’s scent and memories.
The first night Scout slept in his new bed, he curled up with Jake’s old glove and finally stopped waiting by the door. Now he sleeps there every night, surrounded by reminders of his boy.
Scout still misses Jake terribly, and so do I. But now we grieve together, and somehow that makes the loss a little easier to bear. Sometimes healing means creating a space where love and memory can coexist with the pain.
Credit – original owner ( respect 🫡)
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