Sadie had a bad week last week. She started dragging her back legs, and was unable to come up the steps from outside. So on Friday, we said goodbye to her.
Our wonderful vets, one of whom was responsible for getting her picked up after she was hit by the car 3 years ago and the other of whom did the surgery to put her pelvis back together, came out here on their lunch hour. We all sat out on the grass on Sadie’s crate blanket, and with Buster, who lay quietly beside us. While the vets were preparing, a great blue heron flew low overhead, directly above us. Sadie whipped her head around – she was always an optimistic chaser of big birds, “Maybe this time I can catch it!” – and then laid it back on Rick’s lap.
We think she had a glimpse of the goodness of her afterlife, deeply deserved.