Sasha was something special from the moment I saw her. I was at the SPCA shelter here in Delaware picking my sister up from some volunteer work, when I overheard a shelter advisor say that there was no kennel space left and some puppies and their mother would be euthanized. As I waited for my sister, I realized it was the small cardboard box of three week old puppies sitting outside receiving area with their owner. The mother of the puppies was there, too. There she stood, with her head between legs, knowing what was soon to come. Sasha knew she was going to die. In a fit of madness or exuberance or rage, I don't know which, I ran to the shelter worker and told her that I would take the puppies and their mother, to foster. I knew they stood a chance if they could come with me, and that they would at least have a shot at life, perhaps even find a family. After much negotiation and discussion, the shelter director agreed to allow me to foster the mother and her 5 puppies, barely 3 weeks old! Well, needless to say, that was an adventure of a lifetime. Making sure each puppy got a meal and each puppy had a warm blanket and was near mother. And then, what seemed like an instant the puppies were ready for their new homes. I returned to the shelter with Sasha, as I had discovered her name as the previous owner was leaving. He abruptly told me, "If she acts up or doesn't do what you want her to, just smack her." Well, Sasha wasn't any trouble, and despite the endless amount of work, neither were her puppies. Upon returning to the shelter with Sasha and her pups, I was welcomed, as a waiting list had formed for the puppies and everyone prospective owner had been screen carefully. One by one, the new owners came and received their new bundle of joy, signed papers and left. There was one more, except she wasn't a puppy. I explained to the shelter that I still had Sasha, the mother dog. They told me to hand her over, and they would euthanize her, as nobody wants an adult dog. Sasha had already taken my heart, and she was not going anywhere but home with me. When I brought her home I was quite confused, I wasn't sure if I even WANTED a dog. After all, I had just lost my father suddenly and I felt emotionally burdened. Well, Sasha removed all of those emotions and fears when I realized that all she wanted was to be loved, to have something good to eat and to have comfortable shelter. Sasha became the most loyal dog I have ever known. She loved me, and she loved the other dogs she shared her home with. Sasha was gentle, kind and dependable. She loved children and would lovingly give them kisses on a moments notice. Sasha adored truck rides with my now former husband, and walks where she could sniff trash cans. That was pure joy to her her other than her softened howl as I walked in the door every afternoon from work. She was so happy to see me, she was beside herself with delight. She would buck and dig at the floor when we made eye contact after she had patiently waited for me to come home from work. I can't tell you how many times I gave her ear rubs and belly rubs, and how she thanked me with those gorgeous, loving eyes. She was grateful for her home, and her family. And I was privileged to have her in my life for the next 8 years.
Sasha became suddenly ill On September 11th 2004. After a trip the veterinarian it was determined she was in kidney failure. The following day was too much for me to handle. It was obvious that my dog was slipping away from me. It was obvious what needed to be done. It was a very sleepless night. The following morning I told my then husband that I did not want my wonderful Sasha to suffer, and that it was best that we say goodbye. So, with a heavy heart and profound sadness, Sasha was put to rest on September 15th at noon. It is and will be the saddest day of my life for many years to come. When she left us, she took a piece of me with her. Until we meet again, at the bridge, dear Sasha! Mommy loves you.
Sasha will be with me until I die, when our ashes are intermingled and laid to rest together.
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Sasha became suddenly ill On September 11th 2004. After a trip the veterinarian it was determined she was in kidney failure. The following day was too much for me to handle. It was obvious that my dog was slipping away from me. It was obvious what needed to be done. It was a very sleepless night. The following morning I told my then husband that I did not want my wonderful Sasha to suffer, and that it was best that we say goodbye. So, with a heavy heart and profound sadness, Sasha was put to rest on September 15th at noon. It is and will be the saddest day of my life for many years to come. When she left us, she took a piece of me with her. Until we meet again, at the bridge, dear Sasha! Mommy loves you.
Sasha will be with me until I die, when our ashes are intermingled and laid to rest together.
***SPECIAL THANKS TO MELANIE FOR SPONSORSHIP OF Sasha's Page***
Sasha was something special from the moment I saw her. I was at the SPCA shelter here in Delaware picking my sister up from some volunteer work, when I overheard a shelter advisor say that there was no kennel space left and some puppies and their mother would be euthanized. As I waited for my sister, I realized it was the small cardboard box of three week old puppies sitting outside receiving area with their owner. The mother of the puppies was there, too. There she stood, with her head between legs, knowing what was soon to come. Sasha knew she was going to die. In a fit of madness or exuberance or rage, I don't know which, I ran to the shelter worker and told her that I would take the puppies and their mother, to foster. I knew they stood a chance if they could come with me, and that they would at least have a shot at life, perhaps even find a family. After much negotiation and discussion, the shelter director agreed to allow me to foster the mother and her 5 puppies, barely 3 weeks old! Well, needless to say, that was an adventure of a lifetime. Making sure each puppy got a meal and each puppy had a warm blanket and was near mother. And then, what seemed like an instant the puppies were ready for their new homes. I returned to the shelter with Sasha, as I had discovered her name as the previous owner was leaving. He abruptly told me, "If she acts up or doesn't do what you want her to, just smack her." Well, Sasha wasn't any trouble, and despite the endless amount of work, neither were her puppies. Upon returning to the shelter with Sasha and her pups, I was welcomed, as a waiting list had formed for the puppies and everyone prospective owner had been screen carefully. One by one, the new owners came and received their new bundle of joy, signed papers and left. There was one more, except she wasn't a puppy. I explained to the shelter that I still had Sasha, the mother dog. They told me to hand her over, and they would euthanize her, as nobody wants an adult dog. Sasha had already taken my heart, and she was not going anywhere but home with me. When I brought her home I was quite confused, I wasn't sure if I even WANTED a dog. After all, I had just lost my father suddenly and I felt emotionally burdened. Well, Sasha removed all of those emotions and fears when I realized that all she wanted was to be loved, to have something good to eat and to have comfortable shelter. Sasha became the most loyal dog I have ever known. She loved me, and she loved the other dogs she shared her home with. Sasha was gentle, kind and dependable. She loved children and would lovingly give them kisses on a moments notice. Sasha adored truck rides with my now former husband, and walks where she could sniff trash cans. That was pure joy to her her other than her softened howl as I walked in the door every afternoon from work. She was so happy to see me, she was beside herself with delight. She would buck and dig at the floor when we made eye contact after she had patiently waited for me to come home from work. I can't tell you how many times I gave her ear rubs and belly rubs, and how she thanked me with those gorgeous, loving eyes. She was grateful for her home, and her family. And I was privileged to have her in my life for the next 8 years.
Sasha became suddenly ill On September 11th 2004. After a trip the veterinarian it was determined she was in kidney failure. The following day was too much for me to handle. It was obvious that my dog was slipping away from me. It was obvious what needed to be done. It was a very sleepless night. The following morning I told my then husband that I did not want my wonderful Sasha to suffer, and that it was best that we say goodbye. So, with a heavy heart and profound sadness, Sasha was put to rest on September 15th at noon. It is and will be the saddest day of my life for many years to come. When she left us, she took a piece of me with her. Until we meet again, at the bridge, dear Sasha! Mommy loves you.
Sasha will be with me until I die, when our ashes are intermingled and laid to rest together.
***SPECIAL THANKS TO MELANIE FOR SPONSORSHIP OF Sasha's Page***
Sasha became suddenly ill On September 11th 2004. After a trip the veterinarian it was determined she was in kidney failure. The following day was too much for me to handle. It was obvious that my dog was slipping away from me. It was obvious what needed to be done. It was a very sleepless night. The following morning I told my then husband that I did not want my wonderful Sasha to suffer, and that it was best that we say goodbye. So, with a heavy heart and profound sadness, Sasha was put to rest on September 15th at noon. It is and will be the saddest day of my life for many years to come. When she left us, she took a piece of me with her. Until we meet again, at the bridge, dear Sasha! Mommy loves you.
Sasha will be with me until I die, when our ashes are intermingled and laid to rest together.
***SPECIAL THANKS TO MELANIE FOR SPONSORSHIP OF Sasha's Page***
