"My name is Sassy. I am four years old. I had the best master ever, but he got very sick. He spent a lot of time sitting in our recliner, but I didn't mind because his lap was my favorite place to be. It upset me, though, to see him struggling to get up when I needed to go outside. I stayed close to him all the time and made sure he got extra kisses every day before breakfast.
One day, new people started visiting our house. Something called hospice. They talked to my master, listened to his chest and put something on his arm, too. They asked about me and my sister Samantha. The next time they came, they brought my favorite dog food, treats and best of all...toys! A few days later, other people came and took me and Sam to get groomed. Man, did I look great! I got a pretty pink bow in my hair--my master said I was beautiful. Oh, yeah, Sam looked okay, too. Then those people, "volunteers" took me to a place with needles...not doing that again! I am no dummy!
Then the day came when my master sat in our recliner and I got into my favorite spot. After a while, his breathing changed and then it stopped. The lady that feeds me got really upset and cried. I tried to get my master to pet me, but he couldn't. A lot of people came to the house and then, they took my master away. I waited for him to come back, but he didn't.
Later the lady that feeds me told me she couldn't afford to take care of me. Now she is the lady who cries a lot. Whenever she looks at me, she cries. She sent me to a new home, but I guess they didn't like me much because they sent me back. I miss my master. I don't know what I did wrong and why I had to leave my home. I heard the lady who cries on the phone with those "volunteer" people. I ran and hid. No more needles for me--I am no dummy! Sure enough, those volunteer people came and put me and Sam in two crates. The lady who cries told us goodbye and to be good at our new homes. I thought, not another new home! But to my surprise, I like my new home. My new master calls it a "forever home." I have tried a few things to see if they would send me away, but they haven't yet. They tell me every day how glad they are to have me in their home. I miss my first master, but I am breaking in this new one. She doesn't let me on the couch as much as I would like, but I'll keep trying."
This story does a wonderful job of capturing how challenging and confusing it must be when a pet goes from a routine they understand and live by to finding their entire world upside down when they lose their beloved owner. Thank you, Kathy, for sharing this "point of view" and thanks for helping find Sassy a "forever home."
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