S is for Sage - my soul
Sage came into my life in 2011 as a rescue. The moment I laid eyes on her, I knew she was meant to be with me. Since that day, I can't imagine any part of my life without her.
Sage is a Chug - a pug/chihuahua mix. She had a rough start in life before she found me. She has a broken leg that never healed as well as a permanently dislocated hip that can't be fixed because of all the scar tissue.
Sage is a diva. While I owned and operated my Doggy Daycare, she was our ambassador. She had a wardrobe that rivaled mine. Clients would bring her clothes because she looked so darn cute in them.
She is absolutely adorable, no doubt. But more, she's the other half of my soul. She is never away from my side. As I sit here, writing this, she's laying up on my footrest. She has her eyes on me at all times and when I'm sick, she's laying by my side. She sleeps with me, she eats with me, she relaxes with me, she rides with me.
Because she can't walk far, we have a stroller for her. She loves to sit and look queenly while getting petted.
She's not had it easy. She's had two bouts of pancreatitis that nearly killed her. She's had hepatitis and other issues. But she's a tough cookie and she rallies back quickly. I don't know who her hospital visits were harder on - me or her.
She loves to camp with us. When we're having a campfire, she's sitting on my ottoman, against my leg.
At age 8+, I know she's starting her sunset years, but honestly, I can't imagine my life without her in it. She's so calming, that I call her my therapy dog. With fibro, ptsd, etc, I am prone to panic attacks. But if she's with me, I just hold her and my breathing slows down.
My soul.
Sage is a Chug - a pug/chihuahua mix. She had a rough start in life before she found me. She has a broken leg that never healed as well as a permanently dislocated hip that can't be fixed because of all the scar tissue.
Sage is a diva. While I owned and operated my Doggy Daycare, she was our ambassador. She had a wardrobe that rivaled mine. Clients would bring her clothes because she looked so darn cute in them.
She is absolutely adorable, no doubt. But more, she's the other half of my soul. She is never away from my side. As I sit here, writing this, she's laying up on my footrest. She has her eyes on me at all times and when I'm sick, she's laying by my side. She sleeps with me, she eats with me, she relaxes with me, she rides with me.
Because she can't walk far, we have a stroller for her. She loves to sit and look queenly while getting petted.
She's not had it easy. She's had two bouts of pancreatitis that nearly killed her. She's had hepatitis and other issues. But she's a tough cookie and she rallies back quickly. I don't know who her hospital visits were harder on - me or her.
She loves to camp with us. When we're having a campfire, she's sitting on my ottoman, against my leg.
At age 8+, I know she's starting her sunset years, but honestly, I can't imagine my life without her in it. She's so calming, that I call her my therapy dog. With fibro, ptsd, etc, I am prone to panic attacks. But if she's with me, I just hold her and my breathing slows down.
My soul.
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