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A sad day…

October 22, 2011

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.

RIP Sasha. I hope we meet again, someday…