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Saydi-dog |
This week we lost a member of our pack. Saydi joined our family as a puppy in 2001. According to my brother and dad, she was the cutest ball of fluff they had ever laid eyes on. She was the last of her litter to be sold and as she came running out of the shed to greet her new family, my father says he couldn't get his check book out fast enough.
Her mother was a Jack-Russell Terrier and we believe her father was a Chow because of the fluff of mane on her neck and the black spots on her tongue. As a puppy she had floppy ears, until one day, when one of her ears stood up. It was like she had finally grown into them.
A short while after her adoption, my mother brought home a little kitten, whom my brother named Stryder.
Upon first meeting each other little Stryder wasn't that thrilled. But they soon grew to be fast friend. I've never seen a dog and cat get along so well.
Both of them were the friendliest of animals. Stryder still thinks he is a dog. He is happily living in Washington with a good friend of mine. When my parents moved to Montana the duo was separated.
Saydi happily followed my parents from house to house. She lived in seven different houses during her life. But she was happy because she was with her people.
She loved her people, but she was never a really a cuddly dog. But she would always welcome us at the door. Tail wagging and grinning. She loved to be scratched.
She always wanted to see what was going on outside. So in every home she had her spot.
My parents have a jar of almonds sitting on their kitchen counter, and whenever I want a quick snack I go for the almond jar. Saydi always knew, no matter where she was in the house, when I was getting into the almonds. As soon as I had a hand full I would look down and see this:
Those big brown eyes...she loved almonds.
Her last few months she lost her hearing but not her excitement for being alive. She would randomly play with her toys. She spent all of Christmas time enjoying the little ones that adored her and the food dropped by them from the table.
Shortly after new years she stopped eating. Not even her doggy biscuits. She lost a lot of weight.
So this last Tuesday my parents took her into the vet. The news was worst then they first thought. Our little buddy had just a few days left. So we had to say our good-byes:
She spent her last day sleeping and sitting outside in the sunshine. When the time came my parents were with her and she was able to rest.
She was the most gentlest, sweetest, loyal animal I have ever met. She will be missed.