Created on Monday, 17 March 2014 13:17
May 17, 2012
It is hard to believe that it was five years ago today that I lost MY first dog, my baby girl Sage. She was hit by a car in front of my farm in Ohio. She was raising a litter of pups who had just turned 4 weeks old. It was her only litter.
I heard her get hit and for the longest time that sound haunted me, day and night. I can still see her laying there in my head. She was still alive when I reached to her. Some nice people stopped, helped me and got my other dogs that had followed me out to the road to my girl. I pulled her dying body onto the grass and weeped over her. They suggested I take her into the vet, and it made sense at the time, I was completely lost in emotion. My boyfriend at the time pulled up while I was inside grabbing my keys and in shock found the dog he loved as well laying almost lifeless… she died in his arms.
It was surreal… the moment, the hours following, I was sick with grief, literally. I still don’t know if I have ever been that overcome with pain as there are very few people or animals I spent nearly as much time with as I did that girl. Sage and I were inseparable.
I promised her I would continue to follow my passion for dogs because of her, of this great friendship and love we shared together. She wasn’t just a dog, she wasn’t just a Rottweiler, she was one of my best friends.
I didn’t even realize today was the 17th until when late last night, I was going through the pictures of the first two grandbabies of hers that will be staying with me, Sig and her namesake, Sage, and it occurred to me that today was the day. I can’t believe it has been five years already. Five years since she laid in my arms. Five years since I last talked to her. Five years since she drove me crazy!!! What a difference five years makes in a lifetime.
We did it Sage! We made it. I made it because you let met love you the way I do best. I made it because I never let you leave my heart and this passion I have for caring for all these creatures is a direct result of the way you loved me. I am so grateful for our short time together on this earth. You were my best friend. You were my protector. I’ll always love you baby girl. Thank you so much for this beautiful life and the fact I get to share this love with so many people. You blessed me in so many ways. Thank you girl. Take care of all your buddies up there with you and one day we will play together again. I miss you and love you with all my heart. Always, my sweet Baby Sage….
Pictures of her first grandpups: Sig and Sage 2.0!
September 26, 2010
Over three years ago, Sage left my side. Below you will find the things I wrote shortly after her loss. She was MY first dog. She was MY WORLD. I don't think I will ever forget how I felt the day I lost her. I don't want to admit it, but the memories of her have slightly faded. Then again if they were still so strong and fresh as they were shortly after she passed, I don't think I would be able to move on.
It was really good reading this today and it was good remembering her. I will say this much, no matter how much the memories fade, the love I felt, I still feel, and the tears I am crying right now are the same sorrowful tears I cried three years ago. I hope you all get to know a dog like Sage. Sometimes I think I've been really blessed. God has bestowed upon me some really special animals to love. I don't know how I got so lucky. Sage, Excalibur, Napoleon - they were my favorites and I loved them so much. For those of you who never met them - I know I can't quite get you to understand HOW unique and special they were. But they were THAT special. How I wish you all could have met them.... you have no idea the beautiful little pieces of life you missed.
October 3, 2007
It has been over four months since you left me. The shoes you left behind are so big even all my animals combined haven’t quite filled them. It’s hard for me to let anyone in like I let you in. You, my dear, were my sun and my moon; you made me soo happy Sage…and I loved making you happy.
I miss buying bones for everyone and having you sample the whole lot. I miss splashing in the pond and having you chase me. I miss hugging you when I’m sad. I miss kissing you in my favorite spot right between you eyes. I miss petting you and rubbing your belly and hearing your happy growl. I miss sharing my life with you. It’s still very hard for me to imagine going a lifetime without you. Then again, I’m greedy and no matter how long you were here, it would have never been enough.
Time stands still for no one…so I move forward… and hold you dear to my heart. You are the whole reason I continue down this path.. in hopes that other people will have the chance to experience what we did.. the relationship we had… the good, the bad, the tears and laughs… the sweet hello and the heartbreaking goodbye… we had something so special my dear friend.
Your babies are doing well. Sassy is a spitting image of you; she is full of life and loves to terrorize Coco. Jewel is all heart and wear’s it on her sleeve like a badge. They are good girls Sage and I am so happy to have a part of you here with me. So blessed.
Thank you my girl, for a wonderful three years…. thank you so much for loving me and being my best friend. I will carry what you gave me till the day I see you again. Know you will ALWAYS be in my heart and on my mind.
All My Love,
May 17, 2007
Three years ago to this day I moved to Ohio... Sage came to live with us shortly after we moved here. I loved her with all my heart. Sage was hit by a car this morning and died very quickly. She did not suffer. I loved her so much and I do not regret one minute with her. She was my heart and soul. She was my everything, my life. I am forever changed because of her. I will miss her forever. I am beyond devasted... I LOVE YOU SAGE! I MISS YOU... OH HOW I MISS YOU.
May 18, 2007
I shared with you all how Sage died, now I would like to share a little with you of how she lived.
When I first met Sage, she was a gangly nine month old puppy living at Toby’s house. She was a holy terror at that point; chewing on everything and anything. Sage chewed up Toby’s pool cover, she sent his hot tub to its grave by destroying that cover as well, she ate countless hoses, and I even remember the day Tammy’s cigarettes disappeared and we came to the conclusion that she devoured those as well.
Rob (my ex) had moved to Ohio ahead of me and was staying with Toby. When I came to visit for the first time that April, I fell in love with Sage and Daisy, their two Rottweilers. I still remember waking up in the morning and going out to visit with Sage all curled up near Daisy in their dog condo. As I said she was a holy terror at that point and she would jump up and bite at my sleeves; she was relentless. She also ADORED Daisy, but Daisy, being an older female just wanted to be left alone. Sage just didn’t understand it.
With the approaching summer, they were worried that her relentlessness was going to be too much for their nine-year-old daughter and her friends; she just had too much energy for them to handle and with three other dogs as well as Sage, they didn’t have the time they wanted to dedicate to her. So by luck, they offered her to me. I had loved the breed since I meet Heidi, my mom's friend’s rottweiler many years ago and I was so excited that Sage was going to come live with me. I was also a little apprehensive since she was so full of piss and vinegar.
Sage and I both got what we longed for. Me, a rottweiler to love and adore; Sage a human to make her the center of their world. Sage followed me all around the house when I first got her. She would not let me out of her sight, and when she would lay down, she would not just gently lay down, she would “PLOP” wherever she was, making the biggest, loudest noises as she hit the floor.
We never lost a hose to Sage. She never bothered our hot tub cover. In fact, the two big things I remember her chewing up were the handle to a screw driver and Rob’s bills from work; now that was funny, bringing them in pieces in a plastic baggie to the office. In fact the shipper didn’t believe it; it took a couple extra weeks to get paid on that load.
That summer I found out that Sage loved to chase water coming out of a hose. God that used to be her favorite thing. She would run around the yard chasing the stream of spray; she would fly through the air for it and catch it in her mouth. She also loved her ropes, and her basketball (with ropes tied on) and her bones and her squeaky toys; how she loved her squeaky toys. We went through so many because she loved to remove the squeaky from them after she systematically removed any appendages; eyes, noses, ears, legs. I will never forget the pink stuffed dog; first it was blind, then it a had a hole at the end of it’s nose; shortly after that it lost an ear, then it’s two front legs so it looked like a chicken. And finally it was just a body and a head.
And the cotton, oh the cotton would be EVERYWHERE… she loved destuffing stuffed animals… it was like Christmas for her!
Sage also loved to travel and she went all over the place with me. Whether it be locally to the store or the dump (she loved going to the dump) or longer distance hauls she LOVED to travel. We visited my parent's house in North Carolina once. When we first arrived she would not go to the bathroom outside; no matter what I did she would just not go. She likes to do things in private; well she privately went on my parent’s brand new white carpet as soon as we turned our backs.
In spite of that, my family loved her and she adored them as well. She wanted to crawl up on my mom’s lap a number of times while she was there and my dad was her buddy and when my brother came to visit, Sage took to him like a moth to a flame.
Sage and I made another trip to North Carolina to pick up Lilboy. We also made two separate trips to Georgia, one in which she stayed at the Hilton in Atlanta and the other to pick up Zeus. Gosh, she was such a good girl at the Hilton; she was quiet in her crate when we went to breakfast and she didn’t have any accidents… Sage even traveled all the way to Texas with me to pick-up Daisy. On the way back we were sleeping at a very dark rest area in the van in Arkanas; you could actually camp there if you wanted. I’m assuming that is part of the reason for the lack of lights. Someone had pulled up next to me and they were all outside their truck while I was sleeping; it was just a little weird. I don’t think they were even considering me being there; but it bothered me, so I whispered to Sage, who was already wound up “Protect”. She started barking her little a** off, which she was supposed to do. Protect was my word for “speak”, just sounds a bit scarier.
I quickly got up, jumped in the front seat and headed out of there. I don’t know if she saved me, I don’t know if I needed saving, but she sure made me feel better and there was no way anyone was going to be bothering me in my van.
Speaking of her tricks, Sage also knew how to rollover, but when pepperoni was involved, she would confuse protect and rollover. She would bark at me if I told her to rollover and she would rollover if I told her to protect, and even then it was not a full rollover; no, it would be some half-assed attempt at one. She just couldn’t take her eyes off the pepperoni. She would get halfway over and come back and would wonder what she did wrong.
She has the most expressive face. She could convey so much with her face, and I could read the subtle differences. She had so much going on upstairs; she knew so many words and phrases. I don’t know if she was almost human, but she sure made me almost dog.
Sage was also the master at locking us out of vehicles. She once locked Rob out of his semi and he had to crawl in the bunk door! We quickly learned to carry our keys when she was with us.
When we moved to the farm Sage fell in LOVE with the pond. Last summer she would chase down anyone who would splash her through the water. She would also commandeer floats (and sink them with her nails). I even bought her a second boat; it was amazing how close to the edge she could get but still stay on. By the end of the summer, she was plowing into the pond after the tennis balls and even bought her a couple of special floaty toys to fetch. Zeus was faster than her and she would often swim after him and try to take whatever he got away from him in the pond.
Sage slept with me in bed almost every night; on her back, with her paws in the air, or on her side with her head on the pillow. She loved to be comfortable in bed. Even after having her pups, she would spend part of the night in bed with me; she would just wake me up when it was time to get in with them. She was that smart, she was that good, she was that awesome.
She was also Rob's napping buddy; holding her in his arms would help him fall asleep every time he had trouble. He would slip her special treats when no one else was looking. He would take her in truck at times; he learned quickly though he had to keep her in the back with him when he tried to sleep. Otherwise she would sit up front the whole time and bark at everything and anything; if the wind blew, she barked; if truck drove by and she saw the driver, she barked. She was a great watch dog in the truck if you didn't need to sleep. She was his special girl and this is hitting him very hard; harder than I think he expected. Robby was the only one who could get Sage really grumbling. Sage was really cool in that she had a happy growl when you would pet her tummy. Well she would really pull out that growl for her daddy. It wasn’t a growl so much as it was a “AHHHH...AHHHH..AHHH”; it was a different type of vocalization. Those of you that have heard it know what I mean.
She also loved to be picked up and carried (all 80lbs of her). She was not a huge rottweiler by many standards, but I have to say she was the perfect rottweiler for me.
Food was the key to heart, but next to that a good tummy rub would do as well.
She was so happy when her babies were born 4 weeks ago. She was so excited and obsessed with them. I was just as thrilled.
Sage lived a wonderful life. I just touched on it, on her. She was so much to Rob and; to Coco, to Lady, to X, to Napoleon, and too everyone else. She was so incredibly loved. And she returned it ten-fold. She was so loyal to me; I was her girl, she was my girl… and she was Rob’s baby as well. My world revolved around Sage. She started this whole thing; she’s the reason we are where we are today, she’s the reason we have all these amazing creatures. Sage lived. Sage shared. She made us laugh. She made us so mad at times. But she made us live too. And she taught us how to love, how to really love. That’s the reason it hurts so much. She loved us so well. My how we were blessed to have her for the time we did.