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On April 19, 2005 our beloved dog Sandy was hit by a car not far
from our home. Knowing that Jack Russells have an affinity for
chasing cars (their life expectancy is lowered because of this)
we had been very careful during her 6 years with us to keep her
within closed quarters. But that night we did not realize the
gate had been left open by the men who had worked in our yard
the day before. During the night, both of our dogs got out, and
Sandy could not resist the temptation of the cars' lights on the
other side of the woods behind our home. We did not know until
the next morning that anything was wrong until we discovered our
other dog, Jessie in the front yard. Sandy was nowhere to be
found, and of course we expected the worst. Our fears were
confirmed when Alan found Sandy on the side of the road. I don't
know when or if I will ever get over this, because Sandy was the
sweetest, prettiest, and most loving dog I have ever known.
I will never forget the
first time Sandy came into our lives. My friend Wendee, came
into work one day talking about a Jack Russell, "Little Jack,"
that she had adopted from the Humane Society. Later in the day I
told my husband Alan about her puppy, and when he heard "Jack
Russell" his curiosity was peaked. Wendee said she thought all
the puppies were gone, but that the mommy dog was probably going
to be up for adoption soon. We called the Humane Society, and
set up a time later in the week to come look at Sandy. A worker
at the Society, Bonnie, had been taking care of her in her home,
but she would be back at the Society vet office to get "fixed"
and we could come see her there. Of course we took her home that
day. She was beautiful. A little bit sore from her surgery, she
was not moving very much, but within days became more like
herself. She had grown up in a crate as a breeding dog, so she
was very happy finding tight spots to curl up in. She got along
well with our Brittney Spaniel, Jessie.
During my first pregnancy,
Sandy would take naps with me, and she pretty much took care of
me. They thought she had probably had 2-3 litters of puppies
before she was rescued from the puppy mill where conditions were
poor. She knew just how to take care of me! Here are my favorite
pictures:
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