When my mom was working at the hospital one of her coworkers asked her if she wanted a boxer. She was 1 at the time and very skiddish, and the person that had her had a toddler at the time and Sadie didn't like the noise. So my mom took her in.
The person that originally had her, not the one that gave her to my mom, had badly abused her. The man had kicked her to hard that her uterus fell out and the only good thing that he did was take her to the vet. The vet wouldn't let him have her back and that's when my moms coworker got her.
So when we got her she was so skinny. You could count every bone in her body and covered in ticks. She was scared of every little noise. She wouldn't let my grandpa pet her for the longest time. She wouldn't even let him take her outside, that's how scared she was of men. Or at least I assume it was a man that beat her because around other women she was fine she just didn't like men.
My sister and my grandma spent the entire day picking off ticks from her and giving her a bath. I would of but I was at school at that time.
She eventually warmed up to us, and she claimed me as her person. I would go to take a shower and she would sit by the door and cried so I started to leave the door open for her. When I would leave for school she would cry but I always told her that I would be back.
And she thought her bed time was at 7 at night, so when that time came she would walk down the hall to my room and turn back to look at me and get mad if I didn't go to bed when I wanted her too. So I would just go to my room with her and she would go to sleep.
So with time and love she started to gain some weight and she let my grandpa pet her and give her treats. I live next door to them so we would go up there every morning and she was run straight to him.
And then two weeks ago she started acting different. We took her to the vet and he thought she had been poisoned so we took her back to the vet everyday for two weeks to get shots. And she got better for a little bit and then she would try to walk and couldn't stand and would fall down. When she first fell down it scared me so much. I instantly thought the worst, you know, that the vet would have to put her down. And having already gone through a dog death this year I wasn't ready for another. I helped her up and put her on her bed. I made her a blanket and she refused to sleep on anything other than that at my grandparents house.
After many trips to the vet she started having seizures. They were mild at first. The vet told us to give her CBD oil so we did and they seemed to help for a day and then this morning she had one, a bad one. She had already had an appointment to go back to the vet and he said he was going to keep her. So I gave her a hug and a kiss and told her a loved her. And I walked out of the building crying because I knew I wasn't going to see her alive again.
When we got home we got the call. She had had another seizure and her heart stopped.
When I heard the news, I just broke down. I've been crying ever since. I loved that dog more than anything. I treated her like royalty. She was the best dog anyone could ask for.
Again we don't know the exact day that she was born so I'll just say the year that we got her.
Sadie August 2015 - October 10th 2022 Your wings were ready but my heart was not
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