Sadie was 12 years old and an American Eskimo dog, often mistaken for a spitz although she had a much better attitude than a spitz. She loved people, she loved to walk and ride; her favorite was my Ford Bronco. Here is her story.

Sadie belonged to the people across the street from me, who put her out early in the morning in a cage that was much too small for her. Maybe she had water and food, but most of the time she didn't. She stayed there all day rain or shine. When it rained, I took to going and getting her, cleaning her up and keeping her during the day and putting her in a much larger day-pen, which was most of my yard. This went on for about three months until we finally told the people who owned her that I was taking care of her because when she saw me in the yard she would show up at my back door and they didn't know why. I would go get her around 7:30 in the morning and take her home at night. When the couple told me they were getting a divorce, and were selling the house and each moving into an apartment where neither could take Sadie, they asked if I would take her. I couldn't even think of her going somewhere that she wouldn't be taken good care of, so I took her. From that day on Sadie never tried to go across the street again- she was home. That was in Michigan.

When I moved to South Carolina, I just brought her with me. She enjoyed it there very much until it got to be summer then she would stay in the air-conditioned house. She was the pride of the neighborhood, everyone told me how beautiful she was and what a personality she had. She made you feel as welcome on your return home wether you had been gone for an hour or a day.

I have no idea how she got Cushings Disease.The vet said it could have had something to do with the breed or it could have come from the puppy mill from which she came.

She has been gone a month now and I really miss her.

Alma Pauline Holt