Good out of Grief

annsaga1My beloved dog of 13 years left her body last night.  I had been struggling with realization that I would soon have to euthanize her.  Saga was a Weimeraner with the typical over-the-top enthusiasm and boundless energy that has come to define the breed due to some over breeding since their popularity in the States.  I’d had her since she was a puppy, and made so many of the first-time dog owner mistakes–bought her as the last of the litter, from a puppy mill store front, without knowing her parents or their history–thus encouraging the bad business of letting breeders multiply their profits by shipping puppies out of state, paying too much, having fallen in love with the breed but knowing too little about their needs, which include constant companionship, preferably 24-hours with their owners if not working as their original function, hunting dogs quarrying large game like wild boar or bear, which was their mission in their native Germany.  Of course the blue eyes of the young Weimer puppy cliched Saga’s appeal.

Later I succumbed to another ignorant move, and let her be bred to another of her breed.  The sire was an amazing fellow, handsome, and faultless, with the solid temperament that would have been a requisite for the dam by a responsible breeder, but really, no one needs to be generating more puppies, since mutts come in so many lovely shapes and colors and personalities, and every purebred out their displaces a possible home for a dog needing a rescue family.

However, I loved Saga immensely, and with the magnified affection and attachment that a deeply sensitve women would naturally generate for such an expressive dog, a dog that has stood in for the children I so desperately wanted but that my husband and I could not have.  A dog that I through so many factors such as being the default alpha dog in the small pack of Saga, my dear ex-husband, and me.  And also, having always had a keen interest in nutrition, health, and a life-time wish to be a vet, I understood and usually could figure out successful treatments for the various skin worries that frequently beleaguer the breed.  And then the fact that my ex rented different places before relocating to South America.  He didn’t love her any less, but Saga was my charge.

Saga developed a cough, which exacerbated, and degenerating into coughing up blood.  I then took her to the vet and Xrays discovered an advanced tumor on her lung.  I planned to have her euthanized but as life was still full in her waited.

Last night she got out of the house and was hit by a hit-and-run driver.  Much tragedy later, I was able to say good-bye to my beloved dog, as a fatal injection carried her last breath away.

I’m hoping to establish a memorial fund in her remembrance to make some sense out this sudden passing away and my grief, so I’m inviting my face book friends and anyone who’s ever loved and lost a dog to consider a small, even $5 donation to Guiding Eyes for the Blind… at their: donations page.

About this nonprofit:

How does Guiding Eyes help blind people?

Guiding Eyes breeds, raises, and trains guide dogs and trains students to work with guide dogs that have been carefully selected to match their individual needs. Our training programs and life-long follow-up support are completely free of charge and are made possible through the generous support of individuals, corporations, foundations and organizations.

How can I help Guiding Eyes do its fine work?

There are many ways to help. You can make a contribution every donation is important, regardless of its size. You can participate in one of our special events. You can become a volunteer puppy raiser, brood or stud foster, or early or home socializer. You can volunteer to do administrative work at our Headquarters and Training Center in Yorktown Heights, New York or our Canine Development Center in Patterson, New York.

Published in: on January 19, 2009 at 9:32 pm  Leave a Comment  

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