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Sandy was the sweetest dog ever. We miss her.
We rescued her from the pound when she was just a puppy. I don't know what it was about her that made my 9-year-old daughter pick her from all the animals there, but she couldn't have made a better choice. Sandy had a sweet, even temperament and was the best companion. Her favorite activity (after we convinced her digging up my flowers and eating the garage are not good things to do) was walking in the woods with us. I've spent many peaceful hours sitting by the creek with Sandy. She helped me escape the "trials and tribulations" of daily life. It was like she absorbed all the stress and tension from me. I don't know how I would have made it through the "empty nest" syndrome if it weren't for Sandy. In her I still had someone to nurture and care for. When Sandy developed lymphoma in October of 2004, we moved her into the house, even though she had always been an "outside dog". My husband sang to her every night and she would only exert the energy to move when he played one particular song he had written. She would struggle to get up and walk over to where he sat playing his guitar and laid at his feet until he stopped. Even though he frequently called her "dumb dog" during her twelve years with us (and she DID have her moments), he played "Sandy's Song" to her every morning and every night for over a year after her death, until this Spring when we were engulfed in wedding preparations. That's how much we love her. We miss you, Sweet Puppy.
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