Yesterday we had to say goodbye suddenly to our 11 1/2 year old Golden Retriever, Sadie. Sadie ended up developing bloat last night (literally came on last night after work), essentially a twisting of the stomach. Given her age, we did not feel the emergency surgery was appropriate given the potential risks. It is always tough, but extra tough when it happens so suddenly.
She lived a great dog life over the past 3 1/2 years since we've rescued her. She loved sleeping on our red couch, playing outside, going for walks, and eating ice cream. She was such a wonderful pet and brought so much joy to our lives. When we welcomed Maeve to our family a little over 2 years ago, we couldn't have been more pleased with how Sadie treated her. She was always gentle even as Maeve grew into the toddler years.
Trying to explain to a 2 year old that Sadie is gone is hard. She's asked about her all day and thinks she is outside (since that's the last place that she saw her last night) but we told her that she died and isn't coming back but that we will always be able to see her in pictures. Our pictures are our memories and even though Maeve won't remember Sadie when she's older, Eric and I will always remember the special bond that we shared with Sadie and that Sadie had with Maeve.
8-20-04 to 1-8-16
"Love is being owned by a Golden Retriever"