Unto everything there is a season
Oct. 13th, 2009 11:22 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
pecuniumI don't know where to start this. A friend of mine died. She was sweet, and demanding, and loved without reservation.
La Doña de Que Será Será, aka Sarah, June 1999-October 12, 2009.
She was a great dog. Shy around people she didn't know, and espcially so to men. I recall the first time I met her, about Nov. 99. She was a puppy, and came skittering around the corner because she heardakirlu's voice. She saw me, stopped as dead as she could; skittering on the tile, and quivered, as she piddled on the floor.
By 2003, I was acceptable. Then as I spent lots of time withlibertango and akirlu while at Ft. Lewis, I was even liked. In 2004, when Hal broke his leg, and I went up to lend a hand, I was adopted. A full-fledged member of the pack, to be greeted with joy and bounces at the door, and looked after when we came back from trips; lest I get lost. Dogs go in first, but people are not to be left behind.
She wasn't my dog, but I missed her. Walking about SF, or Tennessee, or Los Angeles, or SLO I'd think about her, and wish she was about, tugging on her halti, wanting to go play with the bigger dogs, and snurfle through the grass, and the tide.
Ave atque vale Sara, Ich hatt' einen kamaraden, besseren findst du nit.
La Doña de Que Será Será, aka Sarah, June 1999-October 12, 2009.
She was a great dog. Shy around people she didn't know, and espcially so to men. I recall the first time I met her, about Nov. 99. She was a puppy, and came skittering around the corner because she heard
akirlu's voice. She saw me, stopped as dead as she could; skittering on the tile, and quivered, as she piddled on the floor.By 2003, I was acceptable. Then as I spent lots of time with
libertango and akirlu while at Ft. Lewis, I was even liked. In 2004, when Hal broke his leg, and I went up to lend a hand, I was adopted. A full-fledged member of the pack, to be greeted with joy and bounces at the door, and looked after when we came back from trips; lest I get lost. Dogs go in first, but people are not to be left behind.She wasn't my dog, but I missed her. Walking about SF, or Tennessee, or Los Angeles, or SLO I'd think about her, and wish she was about, tugging on her halti, wanting to go play with the bigger dogs, and snurfle through the grass, and the tide.
Ave atque vale Sara, Ich hatt' einen kamaraden, besseren findst du nit.
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Date: 2009-10-13 09:37 pm (UTC)I'm so sorry for your loss. This is never easy.