2014 is officially the year that I lost my first pet. Yes, my parents tried to get me a dog when I was young, but that only lasted a week. I don't feel like that really counts, and the situation was ripe with its own dramas.
This is the real deal. My beloved Sadie is gone to that happy place in the sky where she is fat again, everything tastes like fine fish and chicken, she's not lactose intolerant, and there is always a nice, sunny spot up high where she can watch everything. I like to think that one day we will be reunited and she will curl up on my lap again. She was the sweetest animal I have ever known. Don't worry, I will cover my dogs' ears if I say it out loud. And they can't read, so it's okay. They know they are great, and they would probably agree with me anyway. They are deeply saddened that they will no longer be treated to poop flavored candy with pee flavored sprinkles. She was the best.
Thank you Sadie, for making my life that much better for all these years. I will always love you and continue to think about you anytime I hear songs with the words "Lady" or "Baby" in the lyrics (as I used to substitute those with her name).