Gone to rest...
Jul. 4th, 2003 03:44 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
alexpgpSahsa, the Dog Who Will Chew Anything, is dead.
My greatest fear, when she would disappear as she did yesterday, was that she would have one of her epileptic fits "in public," so to speak, and that some well-meaning, or scared, or malicious person would put her down instead of calling a vet. But somehow, Sasha never had fits when she wandered, and although she might end up at someone's house a few miles down the road, in the end, she would always come home. At least, that was true until yesterday.
What burns me is that I found her about 40 yards from the house, and it was Galina that brought my attention to "something yellow" but indistinct this morning that you could see from the porch. I got dressed and investigated, and found Sasha.
I buried her in the spot that I'd considered for Max, back at the time we moved into the house, and before we moved to Houston, where Max died. It's a spot along the high end of our property on the eastern side of the house, just before the terrain drops down toward Pagosa Boulevard. From this spot, the irrational part of my brain tells me, Sasha will be able to look out over the San Juan mountains, forever.
I'm going to miss that dog.
Cheers...
My greatest fear, when she would disappear as she did yesterday, was that she would have one of her epileptic fits "in public," so to speak, and that some well-meaning, or scared, or malicious person would put her down instead of calling a vet. But somehow, Sasha never had fits when she wandered, and although she might end up at someone's house a few miles down the road, in the end, she would always come home. At least, that was true until yesterday.
What burns me is that I found her about 40 yards from the house, and it was Galina that brought my attention to "something yellow" but indistinct this morning that you could see from the porch. I got dressed and investigated, and found Sasha.
I buried her in the spot that I'd considered for Max, back at the time we moved into the house, and before we moved to Houston, where Max died. It's a spot along the high end of our property on the eastern side of the house, just before the terrain drops down toward Pagosa Boulevard. From this spot, the irrational part of my brain tells me, Sasha will be able to look out over the San Juan mountains, forever.
I'm going to miss that dog.
Cheers...
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Date: 2003-07-04 03:10 pm (UTC)May she bark out over the San Juan mountains as much as she likes and chew on everything ... and may the chewed item be constantly renewed!!!
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Date: 2003-07-05 07:33 am (UTC)Cheers...
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Date: 2003-07-04 08:13 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-07-05 07:34 am (UTC)Cheers...
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Date: 2003-07-04 11:51 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-07-05 07:34 am (UTC)Cheers...
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Date: 2003-07-05 01:27 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-07-05 07:35 am (UTC)Cheers...
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Date: 2003-07-05 09:34 am (UTC)After your phone call, I searched for the sketch yesterday and found it, along with some photographs. I gathered them, along with a chewed hairbrush, some other keepsakes, fresh water, candles, flowers and incense and built a shrine for her in the living room.
I also sat Lily down and told her he tale of a dog named Sasha.
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Date: 2003-07-06 11:12 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-07-06 11:56 am (UTC)Cheers...