| My protector |
| I have had a lot of dogs in my life but none were as special to me as this little mix breed my oldest daughter brought home one day. I was a single mom at the time and really did not need the extra responsibility of a 35 pound dog. But we always managed to scrape the money together to get whatever she needed. As she grew to an adult she soon became my dog. She followed me everywhere. I noticed one day as she sat across the room she suddenly became very agitated and came towards me. Next thing I knew this dog was sitting beside me watching me as I lay on the ground staring into her face. I could not move or speak. To see this dog there was a great comfort to me. After a few minuets my motor skills returned and I was able to talk to her. I realized I had a grand mall seizure and this dog had somehow known I was going into it even before I was. I had these before but had usually come out of them with some sort of injury from cuts and bruises to broken bones. I didn't have a scratch. This started a pattern with me and the dog Sandy. I rode my 5 speed bike most places( I was not allowed a drivers license because of the seizures) I had to go in those days and Sandy would faithfully follow me. The 2 of us were a common sight in our small town, me on the bike and the little dog running after me with all her might. Then she would sit faithfully outside the stores as I did my shopping always watching and waiting for me. It was her perception of my illness that saved me a lot of pain as every time I would start to get sick, she would warn me and I would be able to go to a safe place. She was never certified as a seizure dog and thus was not allowed to go with me everywhere I needed her. This is what ended this devoted dogs life. I had to get to my medical appointments using the county bus. It was one day she was insisting I not leave her. I had to go to this appointment and she had to stay home. The last I saw her she was staring at me out the window as the bus drove away. I did have a seizure that day about 30 minuets after being on the bus. I got pretty banged up with some bruises and a big headache. But the heartache came when I went home and saw that Sandy had broken the window and run down the road where she was hit by a car and died. I will not forget this dog ever. She lived 5 years a constant devoted companion who picked me for whatever reason to protect. I named one of my chihuahuas after her and she to is devoted to me as all dogs love their owners. But none has been born with this ability as Sandy was. She was a german shepard/chow mix puppy my daughter brought home to be her dog. She grew into a 35 pound protector of me, the person who wanted her the least but needed her the most. |
| This is me with my youngest daughter and son and Sandy. I am sad to say this is the only picture I have of this special dog. She was a good friend to my family during some hard times. She was a friend to my children and a protector to me. We will not forget her. |