This ones a hard one to write. My dad and sister had to take one of my childhood dogs, Sadie, to the vet to be put down last night. She hasn’t been in the best health lately, due to old age, and really went down hill Wednesday night. My dad called me and told me she wasn’t doing well and that he thought she might pass away soon. He was kind of hoping she would go on her own, but when that didn’t happen he called the vet’s office yesterday morning to schedule an appointment to have her put to sleep.
If you’re keeping count, that’s the second dog that we’ve lost this year. Sadie was 14 years old, which is pretty old for an Australian Shepherd (they usually live an average of 10-12 years). We got her on Christmas day in 1999, when I was eleven. I remember rushing through Christmas morning so that we could pile into the car and drive to the farm to pick her up. She was this tiny little rolley-polley fur ball and she cried the entire drive home.
She was such a fun puppy, though. She was very playful with me and my sister and loved to run fast and play fetch, and was very sweet and affectionate.
|At Virginia Beach, 2011|
She had a strong mothering instinct and essentially helped raise my sister and me. My little sister actually slept on the kitchen floor with her on her last night, reversing the mothering role.
|Sadie and Simon, 2009|