My best friends GSD died yesterday at noon-SCREW YOU CANCER!
Yesterday Sadie the GSD died. She was only around 5 or 6 years old. I rescued her awhile back and we were never sure how old she was. My best friend has been fighting non-Hodgkin's lymphoma for over two decades now and Sadie was his rock. She was truly a gift from God. She was the most gentle dog I have ever encountered. She knew just how much love and attention to give the sick and feeble,the old and young. My friend has been going to NIH for all his treatments and spends as much time as possible in the children's ward. We snuck Sadie in as a service dog several times to play with the kids. If you've ever been to a ward for terminally sick children you know heart wrenching that can be. At NIH there in worse shape. The joy and happiness that dog brought to those children can never be equaled in my heart. She was like that to everything. She used to collect baby rabbits in the field and carry them home to take care of. She would curl up around them to keep them warm. Of course all the bunnies thought was that some wolf had collected them for a snack and they usually died from fear before we could get them from her. She loved everything about life. She once picked up a pair of deely-boppers from the dollar store and demanded that they be put on her head. Every time her dad felt really bad from the chemo she would dig them up and beat him with them until he put them on her head. She just wanted to make her dad feel better. The stories of what she did just go on and on.
As a true and faithful friend she never let on how much pain she was in until she could not eat anymore. To make matters worse my friend was just told his whole lower gi is now cancerous. God bless you Sadie for coming into my life and a big FUCK YOU to cancer everywhere.
<Sorry for your loss, but please do not use profanity in thread titles. - Z>
Very sad all around. Prayers to your buddy, and if dogs do go to heaven, Sadie's got it made now.
Always sucks when your dog goes. man's best friend indeed.
And best of luck to your friend. When you end up at NIH, they are doing the most cutting edge research in the world, but their experimental treatments are usually reserved for some the worst cases. Hopefully his treatments are working for him.
He is my other eyes that can see above the clouds;
my other ears that hear above the winds.
He is the part of me that can reach out into the sea.
He has told me a thousand times over that I am his reason
for being by the way he rests against my leg;
by the way he thumps his tail at my smallest smile;
by the way he shows his hurt when I leave without taking him.
(I think it makes him sick with worry when he is not
along to care for me.)
When I am wrong, he is delighted to forgive.
When I am angry, he clowns to make me smile.
When I am happy, he is joy unbounded.
When I am a fool, he ignores it.
When I succeed, he brags.
Without him, I am only another man. With him, I am all-powerful.
He is loyalty itself. He has taught me the meaning of devotion.
With him, I know a secret comfort and a private peace.
He has brought me understanding where before I was ignorant.
His head on my knee can heal my human hurts.
His presence by my side is protection against my fears of dark and
He has promised to wait for me...whenever...wherever––
in case I need him.
And I expect I will––as I always have.
He is my dog.
- Gene Hill
Thank you everybody. Sadie was cremated today and she will be with her dad until the end and then some. Yes my buddy is a worst case cancer patient. There is literally a survivor study based solely on him. He is the only survivor from many trials. Some of the treatments he has had in trials are now becoming common forms of treatment. They have done some horrible things to him there but he keeps going. Some of the shit they have done to him would make Clive Barker wince. Again thank you. Four leggers mean more to me than most people. I trust them at first glance more than two leggers.
Every dog you ever own will break your heart.