Hello my name is Sadie and this is my story...

About 5 and 1/2 years ago I broke away from being tied up. I somehow broke the heavy chain that was around my neck. I left because my owners were cruel and only wanted my babies instead of me. Besides that, the chain around my neck was now too small and my raw skin was bleeding. Frightened and uncertain I wandered the streets night and day looking for food. I began to feel weak and my legs and paws were sore from walking but, I knew, that if I stopped to rest, the coyote following me would have his meal. I was going into trash cans trying to find something to eat. There were two girls across the street from where I was that were afraid of me, but I was hungry. I some how discovered a yard where I saw food and water, but then I was spotted by the owner and ran. Unknown to me, the owner, noticed my frail body and made plans for my capture.

 

She put food and water outside of her back door for me to eat and drink. Every night for three days, I went to her yard to eat and drink. On the last night, she closed the gate behind us and I was trapped and very scared.My rescuer was a lady by the name of Sonya. She showed me a different world. She introduced me to two of her other four legged children. She worked with me every day and she was kind, patient and gentle, but most of all she showed me LOVE. She took me places where I could run and play ball. She provided a warm home with my own bed. She was the best mom.
In December 2006, I had problems walking and was taken to the hospital. After meeting with an orthopedic, internist, neurologist and having endured a spinal tap, joint tap, brain scan and many other tests, the doctors still could not figure out what was wrong with me. They gave me all sorts of medications that did not make me feel very good. I did not know my prognosis only that I did not feel well and still had trouble walking. I took medication and had good days and bad days. I was optimistic that I would make a complete recovery. For two and 1⁄2 months I was in and out of the hospital fighting for my life. In February I was hardly holding my own, my breathing had slowed and my tongue was drooping out of my mouth. With my body numb and fragile, I looked into my mothers crying eyes to let her know I was too weak to fight anymore. She understood. On February 15, 2007 she let me go.
In memory of Sadie