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Sadie was my first dog. She came to me late in her life and about the middle of mine. This lovely, kind girl was found wandering the streets of Everett and was rescued by the good people of Samoyed rescue in western Washington. The first moment I met her, she rolled over on her back for a good tummy rub. And when I opened the car door for her to take her to her new home, she jumped right in. She was a trusting soul.

She loved going for rides in the car. Every time I picked up my keys, she’d race to the door, eagerly squeaking and whining. She’d scoot down the stairs, waiting for me at each landing, then hit the pavement and bounce back and forth on her hind legs, then fore legs. Once, she was so eager to get into the car but the doors were all closed, so she just jumped into the trunk.

  Sadie liked to work. On a 4th of July weekend, I was swimming with friends. Sadie paced back and forth on the dock, watching and waiting for us to come back on shore. Eventually she gave up and trotted to the water’s edge. She pawed at the rocks, pulling them close to the shore, thrust her head under the surface, came up with a huge rock in her mouth, then walked up the beach and dropped it on the sand. She kept herself busy at this and collected quite a pile after a while. She did this every time we played in the water.

We went camping together. After a long day of driving on a very hot day in July, we arrived at our destination in Northern California – a campsite next to a stream. As soon as we got out of the car, we headed over to check it out. Sadie got into the stream before I could get her leash off, and happily swam in the icy cold water while I pulled her around by the leash.

Sadie was with me for only seven months. The cancer that had been growing before I adopted her finally took her at the New Year. I will remember all the little things that made her a part of my life and my heart. The way she curled up under the dining room table and draped her paws over the legs, her sighs of contentment as she lay in her kennel, her r-r-r-o-w-r-ing for her food in the mornings, her patience during bath time, her quiet refusal to have her picture taken.

She opened my heart to the world of animals and she will always be my first canine love.

Heidi S.

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