My puppy

[shortie]

Got hit by a truck tonight. She's alive; at the animal hospital... definitely a bad fracture on her right front leg... a few other scrapes... not sure about the extent of internal injuries yet... they're working on her at the hospital tonight, and we have to go get her early tomorrow morning and bring her to her vet. damn, i feel helpless waiting for them to call with an update. She's my baby....

U know, i keep replaying it in my head... its one of those series of events that seems like it unfolds in slow motion.... i can hear her howling in pain... :(

U guys say a little prayer for Sasha, please!

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[Ritten]

Em.....I'm so sorry to hear this. You were bragging about her so much Saturday night that I know this is tearing at your heart! Prayers sent for Sasha's speedy recovery.

[shortie]

Thanks Ted.

The animal hospital just called... she's going to be okay. She'll have to have surgery on the leg, but the fractures are both clean breaks that should be easy to fix. She has a little bruising on her lungs, but they say that she's extremely lucky! I'm so relieved to hear this... I know she has a long and painful recovery ahead, but at least she's going to be okay!

[Juice]

Glad to hear that she is going to be ok...I know the feeling I lost two of my boxers recently...........I want to come by and bring Brandon to see her when you get her home..

[Katy]

I feel for you, that is devastating. I lost a great dane the same way, batteries on the collar went dead. Glad to hear puppy will be ok.

[scootertrash]

Sorry to hear that Em, let me know if you need anything.

[JayD]

+1
Hoping for a quick recovery of Sasha

[jason70360]

Glad to hear shes ok!

[Ben]

Very Sorry to hear this, Em! I hope she pulls through ok...

[chappy]

Prayers for Sashas's full recovery. I know how you feel, I lost two animals last month.

[yankeegirl]

Poor sweet baby! I know a dog that's going to be spoiled rotten now! :)

[shortie]

Thanks everyone. She was spoiled rotten before, (some of you saw my pictures Saturday) and yes, it will probably be worse now!

She's at her vet's office right now; Rob brought her this morning from the hospital (I couldnt' go b/c I had to be in court at 8)... The vet isn't in so we'll see him this afternoon. They have her sedated, but he brought her bed and blankets so she has something familiar...

[HeReaux]

Dang,We had a Brindle looked just like her,and my dog was also a Sasha, freakin weIRD..
My heart is sad, speedy recovery pup..

[iridefar]

Glad to hear things look good for her recovery. I know how scary that can be.

[Doug]

Get well soon Sasha!

[shortie]

well, we had to put my baby to sleep today.... after meeting with the third vet, we were told that it would probably be best. they didn't think she was stable enough to survive the surgery on her leg, and she had internal injuries beyond what we were told at first. i'm heartbroken, but i would never have wanted her to continue to suffer...

[Shakey75]

Sorry to hear that Em! I know it's hard losing a loved pet.

[Ritten]

Emily, I'm so sorry to hear this.

She's in a better place now though and no longer suffering. Rest in peace Sasha.

[chappy]

I am very sorry for your loss.

[jason70360]

Godspeed Sasha

[Rocky]

Sleep well little one.......

[Dusty]

I guess this world was just too cruel for such a gentle soul. Sasha is now running free like the wind somewhere where there is no pain.

[Dusty]

This one will tug on your soul.

HOW COULD YOU?
By Jim Willis 2001

When I was a puppy, I entertained you with my antics and made you laugh.

You called me your child, and despite a number of chewed shoes and a couple of murdered throw pillows, I became your best friend.
Whenever I was "bad," you'd shake your finger at me and ask "How could you?" -but then you'd relent, and roll me over for a bellyrub.

My housebreaking took a little longer than expected, because you were terribly busy, but we worked on that together.

I remember those nights of nuzzling you in bed and listening to your confidences and secret dreams,and I believed that life could not be any more perfect.

We went for long walks and runs in the park, car rides, stops for ice cream (I only got the cone because "ice cream is bad for dogs," you said), and I took long naps in the sun waiting for you to come home at the end of the day.

Gradually, you began spending more time at work and on your career, and more time searching for a human mate. I waited for you patiently, comforted you through heartbreaks and disappointments, never chided you about bad decisions, and romped with glee at your home comings, and when you fell in love.

She, now your wife, is not a "dog person"-still I welcomed her into our home, tried to show her affection, and obeyed her. I was happy because you were happy.

Then the human babies came along and I shared your excitement. I was fascinated by their pinkness, how they smelled, and I wanted to mother them, too. Only she and you worried that I might hurt them, and I spent most of my time banished to another room, or to a dog crate.

Oh, how I wanted to love them, but I became a "prisoner of love." As they began to grow, I became their friend.

They clung to my fur and pulled themselves up on wobbly legs, poked fingers in my eyes, investigated my ears, and gave me kisses on my nose.

I loved everything about them and their touch-because your touch was now so infrequent-and I would have defended them with my life if need be.

I would sneak into their beds and listen to their worries and secret dreams, and together we waited for the sound of your car in the driveway.

There had been a time, when others asked you if you had a dog, that you produced a photo of me from your wallet and told them stories about me. These past few years, you just answered "yes" and changed the subject.

I had gone from being "your dog" to "just a dog," and you resented every expenditure on my behalf.

Now, you have a new career opportunity in another city, and you and they will be moving to an apartment that does not allow pets.

You've made the right decision for your "family," but there was a time when I was your only family.

I was excited about the car ride until we arrived at the animal shelter. It smelled of dogs and cats, of fear, of hopelessness.

You filled out the paperwork and said "I know you will find a good home for her."

They shrugged and gave you a pained look. They understand the realities facing a middle-aged dog,even one with "papers."

You had to pry your son's fingers loose from my collar as he screamed "No, Daddy! Please don't let them take my dog!" And I worried for him, and what lessons you had just taught him about friendship and loyalty, about love and responsibility, and about respect for all life.

You gave me a good-bye pat on the head, avoided my eyes, and politely refused to take my collar and leash with you.

You had a deadline to meet and now I have one, too. After you left, the two nice ladies said you probably knew about your upcoming move months ago and made no attempt to find me another good home.

They shook their heads and asked....

"How could you?"

They are as attentive to us here in the shelter as their busy schedules allow. They feed us, of course, but I lost my appetite days ago.

At first, whenever anyone passed my pen, I rushed to the front, hoping it was you- that you had changed your mind-that this was all a bad dream

... or I hoped it would at least be someone who cared,.....

anyone who might save me.

When I realized I could not compete with the frolicking for attention of happy puppies, oblivious to their own fate, I retreated to a far corner and waited.

I heard her footsteps as she came for me at the end of the day, and I padded along the aisle after her to a separate room. A blissfully quiet room.

She placed me on the table and rubbed my ears, and told me not to worry.

My heart pounded in anticipation of what was to come, but there was also a sense of relief.

The prisoner of love had run out of days.

As is my nature, I was more concerned about her.

The burden which she bears weighs heavily on her, and I know that, the same way I knew your every mood. She gently placed a tourniquet around my foreleg as a tear ran down her cheek. I licked her hand in the same way I used to comfort you so many years ago. She expertly slid the hypodermic needle into my vein.

As I felt the sting and the cool liquid coursing through my body, I lay down sleepily, looked into her kind eyes and murmured "How could you?"

Perhaps because she understood my dogspeak, she said "I'm so sorry."

She hugged me, and hurriedly explained it was her job to make sure I went to a better place, where I wouldn't be ignored or abused or abandoned, or have to fend for myself-a place of love and light so very different from this earthly place.

And with my last bit of energy, I tried to convey to her with a thump of my tail that my "How could you?" was not directed at her.

It was you, My Beloved Master, I was thinking of.


I will think of you and wait for you forever.

[JayD]

::airhug:: Em

Loosing pets is much like a loss of family
Sorry to hear...........

[Katy]

aw. Im so sorry, Emily... must have put a dark shadow over your birthday :(

[shortie]

thanks everyone. it's been really tough... she was more than just our dog; she was my baby girl... I feel guilty because we did it; but i keep thinking about what the vet said and how bad she looked and know that we did the right thing... it just really sucks u know? I wish things could have been different.

I sometimes think it would have been easier if she'd have died the night it happened, rather than have our hopes up for two days that she would be okay, and have her suffering (when she wasn't sedated) for two days, only to have to face the inevitable...

next week is going to be REALLY hard... rob will be out of town, and that was when we really had our time... she kept me company and snuggled up with me when he wasn't here... man, i'm gonna miss her... i miss her so badly already...

[Ben]

:(

[Pentabilly]

Em, I am so sorry to hear about Sasha. I hope your spirits are lifted soon.