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My precious dog of 14 and a half years took her final breath today.
She was acting really weird yesterday. When my parents and Jordan and I got back from my senior banquet, we knew something was very wrong. We called Liz and Tanner over, and we all spent a few hours saying our goodbyes and shedding countless amount of tears. We put her in her kennel, not expecting her to make it through the night.
I went upstairs this morning before work, and my dad was sitting in his recliner holding Sadie in a blanket. She was paralyzed. Eyes closed, but if we opened them, they’d stay open, without blinking. She wasn’t in pain. Just peace. I held my baby for the last time this morning from about 8:05-8:20. I said goodbye, having a pretty bad feeling. Knowing almost for certain it was the last time I’d get to spend time with her.
My dad held her all morning. Then he had to go to a meeting. So my mom (who has never been a fan of my dog, but always taken care of her anyway, since she knows how much she means to us) took over. She then put her in her basket so she could do some laundry. She noticed her breathing slowing down, went over and picked her up, and within a few moments, she took her final breath, and peacefully died.
I don’t know how to deal with this. I’ve had that precious girl since I was 4 years old. When Liz and Steven were at school when I was younger, the only friend I could play with was Sadie. She used to sleep with me every night. She comforted me when I cried. She was part of my family. And I miss her so much.
I’m thankful that she gave us a warning though. She had been separating herself from us for the past few months, and tried to help us get ready for her to leave. Yesterday she tried to get away from us so she could die alone, but we just wouldn’t let her. We wanted to be with her in her last moments.
I’m so thankful we all got to say goodbye. Except Steven. It breaks my heart that he couldn’t be here for this. He’s in Chicago for work, and he didn’t get to say goodbye. I couldn’t imagine not being able to say goodbye.
She stayed alive until I graduated. I am so happy about that. She saw all of my first days of school, so it was only right that she was there as I finished, too. She knew she had to be here for me.