Today we had to let our beautiful Sara Lee go to the Bridge Her back legs finally failed. We couldn’t bear to see her fall over any more Her heart was still strong but osteoarthritis was too much Sara was a parvovirus survivor. We were told she would not have a long life. But she had a wonderful, happy, and long life. Sara was loved by everyone that met her. Even her worst trait, begging for food at the beach, was tolerated. For years she was the neighborhood butterfly. She would visit everyone daily just to say, “Hi”, get a head scratch, maybe hang for a while and move to the next house. Being a rescue dog she had to be spayed before we could get her. While we had no intentions of breeding her she would have been a great mother. Whenever a litter of feral cats lost its mother, Sara would get out attention, try to mother them until we could get them to the shelter Watson and Armina don’t fully realize the situation. Watson, the protective brother, sat at the top of the driveway or at the path next door waiting for her. Armina knows something is off but it could be our mood she’s getting. She’s moping around and moving to the places Sara lies and laying there for a while. I apologize for the length of this tome but I needed to put this somewhere. My heart is empty, my soul is wrecked, and the sadness at our house in beyond huge.