Happy Mooseversarie.

Many of you know the story, but some may not. Two years ago Sadie was kicked by a moose; she suffered a punctured lung, several bruised organs and four broken ribs. The vet gently and tactfully suggested I let her go. I didn't really think she was ready. I was present during the entire surgery and helped where I could. I was overcome with emotion when I saw her little heart beating inside her chest. She recovered rather quickly and a couple of the vets began calling her "miracle dog." She's our Sadie-Girl, and it's somewhat ironic that she is the last survivor from that litter of pups, as we lost TwoSpot and then Wrinkle earlier this year. Sadie is very happy, very strong, quite healthy at 15+ years of age.

 

I've been trying to get a photo of her for the past week. Today the light was harsh and she was getting bored with me telling her to stay here or there. Finally she led me up the hill, following our powerline trail and it dawned on me that we were returning to the place where I found her back then, bloody and broken, to where her screams had led me. So this pic was made in that spot.

 

She's about the sweetest thing I can imagine.

Done