In honor of Sasha Pettus...

Sixteen years ago I called Mr. Pettus and said " Can I keep her," He said keep what exactly, I said our puppy! With a lot of begging ( Tony never had a dog 

growing up), and pleading, we went and picked her up when she turned 8wks old. She was in the back of a car literally pouncing on all of her brothers and sisters, she was the most aggressive one.

 They called her Pepper ( we still don't know why, since shes white), we named her Sasha Louise Pettus. Sasha was so smart, she was half poodle and half Pekingese, which really means half genius and half conceited. We didn't like when dogs came around to get scraps while you ate dinner, so we taught her not to beg for food if someones eating. She would literally excuse herself by leaving the room when she saw you were about to eat. She would go to her many beds if we said "Get in," in fact there was never a problem with discipline, just aggressiveness. She would bark like she was going tear your head off, people on the other side of the door thought she was a Rototiller, then I would open the door and this 10 pound little fluffy white dog would be showing her teeth, ready to kill...

Sunday morning, Sasha lost her fight and aggressiveness for life. She was 16 yrs old and blind in one eye, deaf in one ear, she had no control or abilities to use her hind legs. I knew the emergency room visit was going to mean that she would not be returning home. Sad as it may seem, I'm relieved for her, she seems so sad all the time, because she was such a vivacious dog and the spirit of her had left her eyes a long time ago. But, I now feel a loneliness that I've never felt before...