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Sandy |
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This is Sandy. He was a terrier mix that I rescued from an animal shelter when he was going to be put to sleep because he was "to old" to be adopted. They thought he was a really old dog because he didn't have much energy, and his teeth where bad. I took him to the vet and got his teeth cleaned and got him all fixed up. When he was feeling better and his teeth had been cleaned, it turned out that this "old dog" was only about 5. I only had him 6 months, but I will never be able to forget those 6 months. He was such a wonderful dog, and his little howl by the door when he wanted to go out was music to my ears. I miss that sound very much. Sandy was kind of forced on me the very day my heeler, Taz, was put to sleep, and at first I wanted nothing to do with him. He was my mom's idea, and I was very angry with him, for I thought he was trying to replace Taz. It didn't take him long to win me over, though. He was a wonderful dog. "He had been abused before I got him, and he was very afraid of being outside alone, and chasing him is probably the worst thing you could do to him, so if he gets loose, Don't chase him." These are the last words I said to the family I was leaving my precious baby with while I was going to be gone a few days. After they had him for less then and hour, they just turned him out in there back yard. When he got scared and dug under their gate and excaped, the chased him, first on foot, then on bike, and third IN A CAR!! WHAT WHERE THEY THINKING, OR RATHER NOT THINKING!!! After the third time, he didn't go back to them. I can't say I blame him. He didn't understand that I wasn't home and he tried to go home to me. 2 days after he excaped from them he was hit by a car. The vet did all he could to save him, but he was hurt to bad, and my precious died that cold day. Those 6 months went by way to fast, and leave many painful, and many wonderful, memories of Sandy. He died trying to get back to where he knew he was loved. I miss him very much, but he proved to me that a dog can never be "to old" to make a good friend. I miss my curly haired angel very much. |
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This is the picture the shelter took of Sandy when he was up for adoption. He is a little matted in this picture, and to me, he looks sad. He knew his days where numbered. I'm glad my mom decided to bring him home, even though at the time, I just wanted her to take him back. He brought much joy to me in the short time we had together. I'm a believer that every animal we get is sent to us from God, and each one has a lesson to teach. Sandy's death taught me the hard lesson of what happens when someone isn't responsible and doesn't live up to there word. If that family had done what they had promised to do and followed my warnings and instructions, Sandy would still be here today. |
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Here is Sandy on Christmas Morning, 2001. It was his first Christmas with me, and if only I had know it would be his last, I would have done more to make it special for him. Every one that met him loved him. He was very loving, and his eyes shined with love and devotion. A better dog will never be found! |
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Here is a picture of me and Sandy. This picture was taken the day before I left him with that family. Sandy was a tiny little lap dog stuck in a big dog's body! He loved to get on the couch and snuggle with me, but I had to invite him first. He never got on the furnature without being invited. He was a really really good dog. |
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Doesn't this picture just say "I'm ready for my close up!" Sandy wanted to know what the camera was. I had the automatic timer on, so when he got really close, it went off and I got this picture. He loved poising for pictures. I probably have more pictures of him then I do of most of my cats that I've had for alot longer then I ever had Sandy. |
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Here's my curly haired baby again. He loved to sleep in front of the couch in the living room whenever someone was upstairs. He was always following either me or my mom. He was a very very loyal and faithful dog. When Sandy died, me and my mom had a hard time without him. Nothing was the same. Even going to the paper box on Sunday mornings to get the paper was hard, or going to the mail box. Sandy went so many places with us. When he died, it left a big void in our life. My mom said she never wanted another dog. I was with her at that point in time. Sandy was a big part of our family. Without him, we where lost. |
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This is the last time I ever saw Sandy. He loved his coats, and he'd never go outside without one on if it was even a little cold. He loved it when I'd put bows and bandannas and dress him up cute. I miss those days very much. |
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This isn't the best picture I ever took, but I captures Sandy in his true light. Doesn't this just say "come on, pet my belly! You know you want to! Sandy LOVED to have his belly rubbed. He would roll over on top of your feet so you couldn't move until he was satified that you petted him enough! |
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Click here to go on to Sandy's tribute site |
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