Stacy asked in her last comment about Miss Sadie.
We had been having some aggression issues with Sadie for a few months. She wanted to be queen bee of all things. She didn't want to share. She was slightly stubborn and really did her 'own' thing. But love, that she did. From the day I brought her home at 10 weeks, the little runt of the litter who was brought back to life by love, truly loved back. She would come up and push her nose into your legs for a scratch or to let you know she cared. She was gentle and caring, always laying at your feet wanting to be next to you. She was a born hunter. One evening catching a field mouse in our backyard (which we didn't know we had). She was the house guard, always letting us know when something was not right. She was Lyndsie's best friend. She would sleep next to Lyndsie each night, cuddled tightly beneath the blankets with barely her nose out to breathe. They had secrets. They had a connection that none of us understood. But the time came when a decision had to be made about what to do. I was so torn about it. Lyndsie and I would talk and talk about what we could do. To have to give up yet another pet was unthinkable. Made me sick to my stomach. Then one Sunday morning, out of the blue, our breeder called to check up on the dogs. I hadn't heard from her in almost a year. We talked for sometime, then decided together that it would be in the best interest of the dog & family if she took her back. She wanted to evaluate her to see what was going on-kind of like the dog whisperer. At the end of our conversation, we agreed that she would take her back and find her a new home. It was the HARDEST decision. Right before Christmas. I had to tell Lyndsie. But it had come to the point where we were unsure what she might do. When I say aggression, I mean she would fight over dog food, hide under my bed with whatever and growl and snip at you if you tried to get her and she had sniped at the kids leaving marks. And that's when I knew.
Sadly, the girls and I packed up all her belongings, paperwork, shot records, photos, toys and all and drove her out to the breeders. I know to this day it was the best decision. My heart aches though for the little lovable dog that once lived in our home.
Sadie is doing well. She has done a 100% turn. She has learned that she is not the top dog. The breeder says she has a best new friend (another boy doggie) and they get along great! She has dropped the aggressiveness and is enjoying living with all the other Irish Terrier's. They have hopes that this spring will bring a new loving home for Miss Sadie.
I miss her like crazy! The little quirks, her big brown eyes, her smooth coat, her love for fruit, her gentle nudging for a pet, and her little noises she's make when she woke up in the morning to let you know she was there. My favorite memory is sharing fruit with her from our trees-she would follow me, knowing I'd share half of my pickings with her and how you could almost see her smile.
Miss you Sadiebug.
We had been having some aggression issues with Sadie for a few months. She wanted to be queen bee of all things. She didn't want to share. She was slightly stubborn and really did her 'own' thing. But love, that she did. From the day I brought her home at 10 weeks, the little runt of the litter who was brought back to life by love, truly loved back. She would come up and push her nose into your legs for a scratch or to let you know she cared. She was gentle and caring, always laying at your feet wanting to be next to you. She was a born hunter. One evening catching a field mouse in our backyard (which we didn't know we had). She was the house guard, always letting us know when something was not right. She was Lyndsie's best friend. She would sleep next to Lyndsie each night, cuddled tightly beneath the blankets with barely her nose out to breathe. They had secrets. They had a connection that none of us understood. But the time came when a decision had to be made about what to do. I was so torn about it. Lyndsie and I would talk and talk about what we could do. To have to give up yet another pet was unthinkable. Made me sick to my stomach. Then one Sunday morning, out of the blue, our breeder called to check up on the dogs. I hadn't heard from her in almost a year. We talked for sometime, then decided together that it would be in the best interest of the dog & family if she took her back. She wanted to evaluate her to see what was going on-kind of like the dog whisperer. At the end of our conversation, we agreed that she would take her back and find her a new home. It was the HARDEST decision. Right before Christmas. I had to tell Lyndsie. But it had come to the point where we were unsure what she might do. When I say aggression, I mean she would fight over dog food, hide under my bed with whatever and growl and snip at you if you tried to get her and she had sniped at the kids leaving marks. And that's when I knew.
Sadly, the girls and I packed up all her belongings, paperwork, shot records, photos, toys and all and drove her out to the breeders. I know to this day it was the best decision. My heart aches though for the little lovable dog that once lived in our home.
Sadie is doing well. She has done a 100% turn. She has learned that she is not the top dog. The breeder says she has a best new friend (another boy doggie) and they get along great! She has dropped the aggressiveness and is enjoying living with all the other Irish Terrier's. They have hopes that this spring will bring a new loving home for Miss Sadie.
I miss her like crazy! The little quirks, her big brown eyes, her smooth coat, her love for fruit, her gentle nudging for a pet, and her little noises she's make when she woke up in the morning to let you know she was there. My favorite memory is sharing fruit with her from our trees-she would follow me, knowing I'd share half of my pickings with her and how you could almost see her smile.
Miss you Sadiebug.
1 comment:
oh erin i am so sorry. i knew that you were having trouble with her when we were out in october. that is so hard to have to make a choice like that. we only had our kitty for 6 days and i though i would die when we took him back. i can't imagine how difficult it must have been after years. SORRY guys. love you
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