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Sasha, or Doo, or Augy Doggy Doo, or Sashy Washy, but especially "Baby Girl" were her nicknames. She filled our lives with more love and joy than I could ever express. My fiancé and Sasha were inseparable; Sash was her best friend, second to no one or nothing, with her whenever she was not working. I am going to attach several pictures of her when I finish this, so you can see the amount of love, joy and happiness she brought to us. Throughout her time with us, the biggest concern I had was that I was able to give her the life that she had hoped for, fulfilled her every dream. Sasha had a history of Lyme disease, actually two different strands. She had started acting a bit lax for her, so off to the vet she went. Blood work showed a possible UTI, so the antibiotics were started, it wouldn't be the first time she had one, so okay, she will be fine. Well, the doxycycline just didn't sit well with her stomach, and regardless of what we hid it in, she would find it. She even got to the point where she would cheek the pill, then when you weren't looking, spit it out. SO incredibly smart, our Sash. She just didn't seem to be getting better, so back to the vet we went. We had to make the decision that all parents hate: we had to let her go. When asked if I was okay with the decision, I told the vet NO, I am not, I do not want to lose her, I do not want to let her go, but that is me being selfish. I especially do not want her suffering. Laurel, myself and my son, Colby, were brought to a room and our Sash was brought back in. Her tail wagged as soon as she saw us, but she instantly plopped right down. There was a saline well in place in her left front leg, and the vet offered us time to be with her. I have only ever cried so hard one other time in my life. The vet let us have approximately 30 minutes or so alone with her, then came back in with us, and spent about another 15 minutes with our family. With the three of us sobbing, and our hearts shattered, the inevitable occurred. I am totally convinced that Sasha knew what was taking place, I swear I could see it in her eyes, and her only concern was that we were with her. Her family never left. We all told her how much we loved her, I thanked her for being in my life, for giving me so much, as we continued petting and hugging her as much as we could but still not getting in the way of the doctor. She nuzzled the three of us, making sure we were with her as if to say, "It is okay, I love you all." My point in writing this to you is that I want to convey or at least try to convey how totally extraordinary Sasha was. I want you all to know that a dog that was passed over so many times, until the day she chose me, had fulfilled the life of three people so much, completed our family, and made each and every day extraordinary. Regardless of the type of day any of us were having, Sasha would somehow make it better, take it away. If one of us were under the weather, she would be laying right next to us. Her biggest concern was us from the day I brought her home until the very end. Now as I finish this off with waterfalls of tears streaming down my face, please feel free to offer this story or any part of it to any potential parents of these wonderful companions. It is with sincere hope that knowing how wonderful Sasha was, and after having been passed by so many times because she was not a pup, that she was the most wonderful, fulfilling friend I could have ever had. I have had pets all my life, but Sash was the best. She was one of my children. She was loved like no other and returned that love just as strong. Sincerely, Dennis Loiselle Submit your own Happy Tail story and pictures to . |
Just shy of five years ago -- actually, it will be five years in April -- I adopted the most wonderful friend I could have ever had. She was a seven-year-old Siberian Husky name Sasha. Extraordinarily intelligent, loving, playful and trusting; this was our Sasha. 
It is heartbreaking to tell you that our blessed home was devastated this past Monday: Sasha was diagnosed with a possible liver tumor. She was scheduled for an ultrasound and biopsy on Tuesday. On Tuesday, she had the ultrasound and the vet informed us that the tumor was completely and totally inoperable, and even with high-dose antibiotics and force-feeding her, the best she would have would be days. She wasn't even willing to stretch it to weeks. 
When all was said and done, we brought her to some property we have that we call the Sasha Woods. It was, without doubt, her most favorite place. She was always fascinated by deer, and would watch as long as she could, never chasing them, but watching. There is an area that a very active deer run travels through, and a gigantic white oak tree. When we got back to that portion of the property, there were four deer there waiting, as if they were there to welcome her home.