The death of a beloved dog
Dealing with death is never easy. When a pet reaches the stage in their life where nothing else can be done for them, the decision to help them cross the Rainbow Bridge can be one of the hardest to make but one of the most selfless things you can do.
Satchel's Last Resort lost one of its' long time residents this past weekend. She was loved by the workers and volunteers alike. Her name was Nala.
Nala came to Satchel's when her owner left for college and left her with Mom and Dad. Mom and Dad split up and Mom got Nala, who she didn't want. So Nala came to live with us at Satchel's.
Nala was small in stature, but made up for that in personality. She loved to go for car rides and to the park. Her nose was always working overtime. She was some sort of terrier/sharpei mix with little bitty ears which flapped in the wind while her head was hanging out the car window.
She hated to get her feet wet and would tiptoe around the yards trying to avoid any wet blade of grass she might come in contact with.
She also loved her soft bed and her treats I would hide in different spots. When they were not placed directly on her bed after her walk, she would look at me as if to say, "What? You expect me to go looking for what is rightfully mine?"
She was a dog who wasn't wanted and she worked her way right into all of our hearts. Rest easy Nala. You had a great life with us where you were loved and cherished.
Satchel's Last Resort lost one of its' long time residents this past weekend. She was loved by the workers and volunteers alike. Her name was Nala.
Nala came to Satchel's when her owner left for college and left her with Mom and Dad. Mom and Dad split up and Mom got Nala, who she didn't want. So Nala came to live with us at Satchel's.
Nala was small in stature, but made up for that in personality. She loved to go for car rides and to the park. Her nose was always working overtime. She was some sort of terrier/sharpei mix with little bitty ears which flapped in the wind while her head was hanging out the car window.
She hated to get her feet wet and would tiptoe around the yards trying to avoid any wet blade of grass she might come in contact with.
She also loved her soft bed and her treats I would hide in different spots. When they were not placed directly on her bed after her walk, she would look at me as if to say, "What? You expect me to go looking for what is rightfully mine?"
She was a dog who wasn't wanted and she worked her way right into all of our hearts. Rest easy Nala. You had a great life with us where you were loved and cherished.
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