Sarah is in Doggy Heaven.

Sarah

Age 13, ~1996 - December 22, 2009

Got her as an old dog Aug 2008 but loved dearly; held her as she was euthanized; lover you Sari

Nickname: Sar, SerrieBerry

I took Sarah as an old dog in August, 2008 as she was unwanted. She was matted to the ground, a little 20 pound mostly white dog with the most fantastic eyes and joy at just being talked to. I told her I would take care of her, but I wan't going to love her and be hurt. A trip to the groomer where she was shaved to the skin, but luckily no skin problems, followed by a trip to the vet for shots and worming and finding out she had bad dental problems, a bad heart, and a hernia. A week on antibiotics before extractions and repairing a sinus damaged by abcessed teeth, a night of sitting, holding her, as she cried in pain. I think love began for this tough, little dog. Another week of antibiotics to protect her heart led to a little dog that felt better than she had in years and was so happy and those eyes that said she loved her new life.

Back to the vet after vomiting and bloody diarrhea-chronic colitis from years of table scraps and bitter medicine which she could spit across a room. Me yelling and her sorry and finally the pill down. Buying liquid and paying a fortune to make it better. A little pen dog becomes a wonderful house dog with pillows in many rooms, lots of toys, good dog food, and long walks and my no dogs on furniture becoming a comprimise of only on the bed and recliner. Cuddles in bed at night and in the morning; exclamations of you've got to be kidding at 4 am in subzero temperatures. My joy of being a friend to a dog and sharing a house with a dog, yes, even watched in the bathroom.

The sadness of a cancer diagnosis, surgery, and successful removal, but gradually her problems building up until before Christmas she was giving me the same look my mother gave me at the end of her fight with cancer, and yelping in pain when she moved, and I did what I promised her as I had done my mother-when it's time I will recognize it and do what's right and not let her suffer. I took Sarah to the vet and held her face in my hands with ours faces together and told her how much I loved her and she was to go chase rabbits and run and I would come later. She is being cremated, her ashes kept in an urn and will be buried with me, her urn lying under my left hand as she liked to lay.

I took an old dog with a delightful personaility, a fortune in vet bills, but one of the best choices I ever made. She loved me, she loved life; everyday she woke up was a wonderful day for her. I only wish I could have kept her longer