MY SWEET SADI
by Patricia Farrell
At the dog shelter I was ready to take a different dog, and you put you big old paw through your cage and put it on my arm. I think you picked me. That was 12 years ago and you and I went through a lot of changes togeather. You were so timid when you came home. You hid under my bed for months, but in a short time you became such friendly girl. Everybody in the neighborhood knew Sadie. You had so much personality. I watched you slow down and become frail, but even on your last day you still were excited about your dinner and looked for your evening snack and went outside with you buddy Buster. You died in my arms on my bed, where you felt safe and secure. I think you knew I would have struggled with putting you down. I know you loved me. My heart hurts that you are gone. I look for you in the yard, and listen for your paws on the floor when I come home. I truly hope there is a heaven and that you are there where you can run. I truly hope I will be there with you someday.
My sweet Sadie died on October 14, 2012. She was 16 years old. She was my sweet girl.