It was December of 2009, I had decided to get myself the best Christmas present ever. A companion, best friend, and a feeling of unconditional love, I chose Sarah. She was a 6 month old Doberman/chocolate lab
mix “pound puppy” that was tucked under the seating in her cage, which at first I thought her cage was empty, but she was scared and hiding. When I first saw her, I knew she had something special about her, she had cuts and was bleeding on her left hind leg, very timid, and apparently had been abused in some way. I asked the technician if I could see her, she wouldn’t walk, which they had to carry her to me in a separate room so I could visit. I knew when they brought her to me at that first moment we would bond, and we did.
I came to visit Sarah everyday for a week after that first day meeting her, she needed treatments and couldn’t leave the shelter just yet. The next day, I had bought her a pink raincoat for comfort, which almost 7 years later she still has. Obviously, she was already spoiled, and so was I.
When I finally brought her home, I took a few days off work to get her accustomed to her new home. I had realized just how smart Sarah was since I was able to potty-train her in only 3 days. We would be on the couch, watching Lifetime movies all day with her lying between my legs and she felt comfortable and sheltered. Our bond grew deeper and deeper, and she was my cuddler, protector, and very smart girl that learned a vocabulary of words and sentences so quickly it amazed me.
Sarah has been with me through many life changes including 5 moves, 3 family deaths, 2 wretched relationships that Sarah didn’t like, finally finding my love and now wife, Krystle with happiness and admiration. Sarah looks to me for everything, she
knows my feelings, expressions, everything and anything about me she knows; only the precious insight of a dog like Sarah can understand who we are, what makes us happy, sad, and all our emotions are reflected to them. Anytime Sarah senses a sadness
or hurt from me, she comes to rescue and comfort me, just as she did with my grandmother who was going through chemotherapy and she comforted her.
Yesterday, Sarah went to the vet because she hasn’t been acting right for a few days, even weeks in hindsight. For the past 1 or 2 days, she was drinking more water, lethargic, started vomiting, not eating, so we thought she might have a bowel obstruction or pancreatic issue because she loves her treats. Little did I know, she has a 6 inch tumor on her liver, cancer. My child, our child, our best friend and baby that knows everything about me has cancer. I’m not ready for her to go, she’s too young, too sweet, too intuitive and too humanistic to go.
Right now, while I’m sitting on the back porch watching her rest on her comfortable bed is just devastating. She’s not herself. She’s not eating and not as intuitive. I’m just waiting to here from the specialist.
Give yourself a gift. Sarah has given me many that I cherish and hold dear to me.