A parting lesson from Sadie
Sadie spent four days, guarding the entry to the master bedroom, not eating or drinking, unable to walk, stand, and finally, even raise her head. She didn't even seem to sleep--her eyes followed us wherever we went. But she seemed content to hold onto that slender thread of life and responded blissfully to a caress. Finally, I gave in and took her to the vet, but when she recognized the place, her eyes seem to say, "You can't fire me, I quit!" While the vet was in the lab, loading up the syringe, Sadie died in my arms.
The light in her eyes just went out, her pink tongue turned white, and she stopped breathing. I told the vet, "I think she just died," and the vet checked and said, "you're right. Guess there's no charge for this visit."
Faced with being pushed over the brink, Sadie chose to jump instead. She was never a dog to grovel for the approval of people, she loved us as equals, and always did what she wanted on her own terms. She taught me and mine a lot about how to live life and ultimately, how to die. Even in the end, she was in charge, and showed so much dignity and love.
As I look at the entire experience, I'm more elated than sad. She was the greatest dog, and she came into our lives just when I needed such a companion--my kids were toddlers, my wife was home at night while I worked the night shift. Sadie was a big husky/doberman with a kind nature, but there was a sense of security with her being with them.
There have been some tears, sure, but the way Sadie handled her own death, provided us with laughter and a lesson as well. I'm just so thankful to the Creator for having shared such a guide with me at such an important time. At the end, we were alone, together, in a darkened room, and she gracefully showed me once again, how good she is at finding a trail.