Sadie
was/is so special to me, she found me 2 weeks after my father shot
himself, when I had a nervous breakdown. I wanted nothing to do with
humans of any kind and I had stopped talking. I was in very very
deep despair. My partner's daughter was living with us along with
her 5 year old son. The daughter brought this 8 week old puppy home
for her son and named her Sadie. Sadie didn't want anything to do
with him or the rest of them, she wanted me. I however, did not want
her. I was toast, inconsolable and unreachable by any human. Sadie
used to wake me up from my nightmares of seeing my father killing
himself over and over and she would lick my tears away. Eventually
we became inseparable and she was then my dog. They were all very
angry and wanted to take her to the pound where I came back to life
and said, "Over my dead body!" I got out of there as soon
as I was able to and took my girl with me, she has never left my
side till yesterday. Sadie saved my life in many ways. Not only did
she pull me through during my time of darkness, she also woke me up
on 2 occasions during severe asthma attacks. If she had not been
there I would've died while I slept. She knew I had some breathing
troubles b/c she watched me many times on my breathing machine that
is always kept beside my bed. Sadie always slept with me, sharing my
pillow. I would wake up nose to nose with her each and every
morning. Sometimes she would also be asleep but sometimes she was
wide awake, just laying there watching me sleep, making sure I was
OK.
You got to eat all of your favorite foods, McDonald's cheeseburgers,
french fries, chicken McNuggets and chicken in any form, Arby's
roast beef sammiches was one of your favorites also. I made sure you
got everything you wanted and needed. You would lift her little head
just high enough so I could hand feed you, then I starting lifting
your head for her because it became too much for you to even do
that.
My Golden Angel, you are gone now, pain free. I held you while
you went to sleep and did not wake up. I kept telling you how much I
love you and that it is OK for you to go, I will be OK. I held you
while kissing your precious face, I also told you to find and
go with Rambo. I placed you in a large container on your big pillow
bed with your favorite squeaky toy. I wrapped one of my shirts
around you so you could feel my love. You also got your 2 rawhides
with you that you were unable to finish. I removed your her collar,
I will keep it with me always.
I buried you on Grandma's property down by the lake next to Rambo,
your buddy. You both really loved each other and loved to play
together. You would get so excited when I would tell you we were
going to Grandma's to see Rambo. You would bark at me and you
would get upset if I was not moving fast enough out the door. When
we would turn on to my Grandma's property you would get so antsy and
pace back and forth in my truck. When I let you out of the truck you
would make a beeline to the front door where you would say hello to
Grandma then immediately search for Rambo. Rambo was never
very far, he knew when you were coming over, and would be pace,
making Grandma a nervous wreck till we got there. You and Rambo
would run and run and run, chasing each other and rolling around in
the grass together. You always wanted to bring your toy so you and
Rambo could play with it together. Actually, so you could tease
Rambo with it. Rambo was short so you would take full advantage of
that. You would act like you were going to give him the toy while
squeaking it at the same time to only take off running with it when
he got too close. He would get so mad at you, he would chase you
barking and barking at you. I could see you smiling and laughing,
enjoying every minute of teasing him. Then you and he would take a
break for some water and nap together in the warm sun where you laid
right beside each other and always were touching somewhere. Rambo
was put to sleep last year on New Year's Day, he had very bad
arthritis so now you two are together, waiting for Grandma and I to
join you both in heaven.
Many people have called crying, you were/are loved by so many
people. Before you got sick you slept in the bed with me, sharing my
pillow of course. I had 4 pillows but you always wanted the one
where my head was at. So many times I would wake up nose to nose
with you. Sometimes you would be awake, just sitting there watching
me sleep. Sometimes you would be asleep and would open you eyes
seconds after mine opened. Each night before we would fell asleep we
would wrestle in the bed, you would get so angry when I would
throw the blanket over you because you wanted to get me but could
not find your way out. You would snarl, grown, growl and bark trying
to get to me. When you played, you played rough, that is when the
pitbull side came out and the only time. I would pin you on your
back and give you raspberries on her belly, that always infuriated
you. You would try and get away and when you did, you would pounce
on me and we would wrestle longer. Then we would stop
eventually when you tuckered out then you would lay on your back
with your head on my pillow waiting for your belly rub. You always
got a long belly rub with lots of kisses every single night, till
you fell asleep.
Now the bed is be empty without you, no more trying kick me off
the bed because you wanted more then your share of it. Sometimes you
would do it just to start a play session. Your hips were so very
ticklish, you hated when I would tickle your hips! That was a sure
bet to start a play session.
When we were up and you wanted my attention you would go get your
big sammiche that squeaked, you would hold it at one end and swing
your head back and forth so it would smack me over and over. That
really hurt to, by the way.
You knew I was an asthmatic, on two occasions you woke me up during
the night when I was having attacks. You watched me plenty of times
in the past on my nebulizer I keep beside my bed. I woke up to you
taking your nose and nudging my face, moving my head back and forth
till I woke up to take a treatment. You would lay there
watching me do the treatments not move. I could see in
your eyes the worry. After you knew I was OK you would curl up
beside me again with your head on my pillow. Come to think of it,
you wanted to share my pillow to be close to me because you
always worried about my breathing. I just now realized that.
Thank you my Golden Angel, thank you for the 7 years and 4 months
you gave me and Thank you God, for sending me my Golden Angel who
saved my life in so many ways.
You are out of pain now, no longer suffering, because of that I am
at peace.
I love and miss you my Golden Angel, I long for the moment we are
together again.
Your
loving companion and best friend.
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