Hello everyone. Today I want to tell you a little story about Sasha.
This is Sasha.
Sasha came into our lives a little over a year ago when my brother and his family welcomed her into their home. Their middle child, Kobi, had just moved into his dorm at Chico State so they joked about Sasha being his replacement.
We met Sasha and instantly fell in love. The sweetest little Yorkshire Terrier (who might really have been a Norfolk Terrier judging by her coat but it didn’t really matter) Sasha sashayed her way into our hearts. She literally sashayed — her tail docked and barely visible, she looked like she was shaking her little bum from the left and to the right as she strolled around us.
Sasha stayed with us one weekend when her family was off to visit their college student up in Chico and I kid you not, I wanted to keep her and never give her back to my brother. Then a dogless family, we enjoyed having a furry little friend to hang out with and to take care of for a few days. It was a preview of what life would be like for us since we were, at the time, planning on adding a puppy of our own to our household.
Yesterday, I got the terrible news that Sasha crossed the rainbow bridge earlier in the morning. It hit me hard. I thought back to times when I heard the news of Blue and Bruiser passing on. Blue and Bruiser were furry members of my brother’s family who were the best dogs. The best dogs. Blue was the friendliest, sweetest pit bull on this planet and Bruiser… omg Bruiser. He was that Yorkie who thought he was more human than dog.
RIP Blue and Bruiser. Hearing of their passing brought tears to my eyes definitely. But hearing about Sasha’s passing brought tears to my eyes, gave me an achy feeling in my chest and a lump in my throat. Even though my brother warned me over the weekend that Sasha had reached the end of her days, it was still tough to hear. The worst part? We were planning on visiting Sasha yesterday afternoon.
Rest in peace, sweet little Sasha. We miss you so much already.