Many of you knew about Sadie through Tad and Fig, and your love expressed in their blogs when she died comforted my family more than you will ever know.
This is Sadie's place, under a tree in our yard. I never go potty here because it is sacred ground! I like to look up at the sky and imagine how happy she is at Rainbow Bridge because now she is able to run and jump and dance around!
I've been told that Sadie will always be remembered for her gentleness. Motch called her Sadie Love because that's what she was, just a big bundle of love. Sometimes she accidently calls me Sadie, and I don't mind but I don't have her disposition! In Sadie's 13 years, she never snapped or growled at anyone. Fig put her to the test when she arrived in our family, because she wanted to be the boss and terrorized Sadie, but Sadie was patient and endured her visits. And eventually, they even became buddies!
Sadie was happiest when she could sit next to you -- touching you --- or rest on your lap. When she grew older and became deaf, she obeyed with hand signals. And whenever she had to go potty, she rang a bell next to the door. I should say that she BANGED it! Loud! She would take her paw and smack it with all of her might and you could hear the bell all over the house. It wasn't especially fun to hear in the middle of the night, so that's one of the reasons why I haven't been trained to ring Sadie's bell when I want to go outside.
Leah was especially close to Sadie, and Sadie taught her many things about life and death. I can see why Sadie loved Leah so much because Leah is just easy to love! If you're listening to me Sadie, I want you to know that I'm taking good care of Leah.
This is Sadie's paw print. It's a constant reminder that Sadie is still with us, close to our hearts. Some day I'll meet her, and the first thing I'll do is run up and give her lots of licks. She'll probably wag her tail and lick me, too, and we'll be best friends. I just know it!