Today we said goodbye to Sasha. She was seventeen + years old. So many of you knew Sasha, who belonged to Bruce and came to our dog wash events every year. Sasha was the first dog I rescued after moving to Oregon. She was a fawn colored tank of a Pit bull, who had nothing to offer but love, love, love.
Here’s a pic of Sasha getting a gentle bath at our dog wash this summer.
When I first met Sasha, she was living with a jack_ss of a guy who lived in my neighborhood and let her and another male Pitbull run loose all the time. I would round her up and bring her home to him, but she would look at me with pleading eyes and he would drag her up the path into his house. He told me she did not like him and wouldn’t mind him, and I understood why. I asked him if he would give her to me and he said he’d think about it. Weeks went by, and one day Sasha was running loose on Cedar Hills Blvd and was hit by a car. Her pelvis was broken in three places and she could no longer get to her feet. Finally, the jack_ss called me and told me I could have her. I had to pick her up and carry her to my car. She was, as always, full of love. And it was with that love that she won over the heart of Bruce.
Here’s Sasha at our dog wash in 2006.
Bruce told me how he was once working at a job at an 80 year old woman’s house and he had brought Sasha along. He took a break to check-in on Sasha and found her, sitting in the lap of the 80 year old woman who was resting in an easy chair watching TV.
That was our girl. Truly an ambassador for the Pit bull breed. Bruce gave Sasha love and companionship and she gave him the same. He walked her 3-4 miles every day, rain or shine. Sasha left this world peacefully. She had started having seizures and was confused about where she was, or whether she should sit down. When I met Bruce at the clinic for her euthanasia I brought her a plate of chicken and was tickled to see that she had NOT forgotten what that was. She was very happy!
Sasha lived a fantastic dog’s life, and she will be missed by all who knew her.
Yes, it’s true. If you scroll back through our prior blog posts you can read about our Doggie Fat Camp champ, Butters, a Yellow Lab who came to our rescue weighing 142lbs and lost weight down to 85lbs in just over four months! The trim, active new Butters was just waiting to find his new home so he could start his new life…and now he’s done that! Look at those happy smiles!
In mid-October each year the Salmon run right behind our barn! This is such an awesome sight that we wait for it every year. Here’s a video Bill took. At first you won’t be able to see anything, but watch for the little white wiggly thing. That’s her tail! After that you’ll get a great view as she whips past Bill.
Apologies for the little delay in posting an update on Imann. This video was taken last weekend (during our last warm weather). Imann continues to only be able to eat a liquid diet through a syringe. I mix A/D wet food into the liquid Clinicare (like Ensure) and she eats about 120-150 cc per feeding, about every 4 hours. She had gone almost two weeks without vomiting on that routine, but Saturday night was a tough one for her and she had about 15 minutes of emptying her gut. Poor, sweet girl was so hungry, but absolutely could not keep anything down. By (today) Sunday, she was back on track though. We have a good routine going. I stand her in the sink and she rests her arms on my arms while I plunge one 60cc syringe, then chuck the empty in the other side of the sink and quickly start on a second 60cc syringe. She’s full of play and loves to drag my cell phone, my home phone and my glasses off the sofa and into her bed with her. She hardly chews on them, just likes to have them with her. Took me a while to figure out where my missing phones were. I called them and listened to the ringing sound coming from her bed.
* Note: Someone anonymously built and left on my driveway, a “Bailey Chair”, which is intended to hold the dog in an upright position while they eat and until they can digest their food. I admit, it took me a few days to figure out what the contraption was! Finally Wilma P and I were looking at it and contemplating how a cat could use it when she suddenly said, “Maybe it’s for the puppy”, and that was it! I realized it right away. So far, Imann is so small she slides out the bottom, but I think she’ll be able to use it very soon. So THANK YOU, anonymous person, for building this cool chair for her!