Sara Jean
Aestiva’s Stellar Serendipity
October 10,2000 to July 6, 2012
Sara Jean - Aestiva's Stellar Serendipity
Today we let Sara go home. Sara Jean, also known as Aestiva's Stellar Serendipity (I called her Sara Jean the Beauty Queen) came to Finnish Spitz National Rescue in May of 2009. For 8.5 years she had lived with her 'boy' in FL, but when he grew and was to leave to study abroad, his parents would not keep Sara, and he was forced to ask Rescue to take his dog. Sara always missed her “boy” but she gradually learned to love our crazy family as her own. Sara survived a snake bite in 2010 and had a feisty sweet personality. A few months ago Sara began to have Gastric problems, and these continued to worsen until she was throwing up every day. She has not been eating, and yesterday the results came back... Malignant Gastric Carcinoma (Stomach Canacer). Sara was only with us for 3 short years, there will be an empty crate by the bed, and an empty place in my heart where she took a piece of my heart with her today.
I know she’s barking up a strom at the bridge, and I wish her good travels on her journey home. We will miss her.
I know she’s barking up a strom at the bridge, and I wish her good travels on her journey home. We will miss her.
The Power of the Dog
There is sorrow enough in the natural way
From men and women to fill our day;
And when we are certain of sorrow in store,
Why do we always arrange for more?
Brothers and sisters, I bid you beware
Of giving your heart to a dog to tear.
Buy a pup and your money will buy
Love unflinching that cannot lie--
Perfect passion and worship fed
By a kick in the ribs or a pat on the head.
Nevertheless it is hardly fair
To risk your heart to a dog to tear.
When the fourteen years which Nature permits
Are closing in asthma, or tumor, or fits,
And the vet’s unspoken prescription runs
To lethal chambers or loaded guns,
Then you will find—it’s your own affair--
But ... you’ve given your heart to a dog to tear.
When the body that lived at your single will,
With its whimper of welcome, is stilled (how still!)
When the spirity that answered your every mood
Is gone—wherever it goes—for good,
You will discover how much you care,
And will give your heart to a dog to tear.
We’ve sorrow enough in the natural way,
When it comes to burying Christian clay.
Our loves are not given, but only lent,
At compound interest of cent per cent.
Though it is not always the case, I believe,
That the longer we’ve kept ‘em, the more do we grieve:
For, when debts are payable, right or wrong,
A short-term loan is as bad as a long--
So why in – Heaven (before we are there)
Should we give our hearts to a dog to tear?
~Rudyard Kipling
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