Sascha 1999/diary,s

Sascha was  The best dog a family could ever think of having. Sascha we will never forget you.
The first time we met you come bounding into the living room jumped on to the settee,and done a wee.
That was it already , you were out the door,you were 6 months old, then we forgave you,
I was pregnant with our oldest boy, I think you knew.You even protected our girl as if she was your own,you knew your place, your jibright away.you were growing all the time. Then the baby was
born and you took over. You saved his life ( twice) ( that i can remember0 of hand. We lived in high
flats you never complained. The only time was when the baby was on the other side of the balcony rail, you came to me , your eyes told me to follow,Which i did, thanks again to you, I found our
baby on the other side of the balcony 4 floors up.It all happened so fast but thanks to you .
You ran away and got pregnant in your first season, you were young. we were scared for you, there was no need you were fine and a great mother.To have seen you with your young, yet you had 7.
the 2 human children too. We had some great laughs .As doberman owners will know. you also loved your comforts, You could sit on a hankie , you would turn in a figure of eight till you thought it was right, then you would sit.We nearly lost you, once when you cut a main artery in your paw.
We got you to a vet in the nick of time.With just minutes to spare. As usual you bounced back. we knew you loved us and the four of us loved you. We were a happy family of 5.
Then we had to move from the flats to a house ,due to a fire, which you saved us again.
We moved into a house with a garden,You would look after all the children they would come,
from floor 1 to floor 10 we lived on floor 4. You made sure none of those children cried, it was as if you were heaven sent, to show us so much we did not learn at the time, for it takes time to learn the lessons you dont get taught at school.You would be there with your big brown eyes,too ease ,any
child's pain, Then the publicity hit, saying , your Breed Were bred to kill, I had to give you away for a you were in season and the front door was always left open So i gave you to someone we thought we could trust,.I even said if she becomes a nuisance just open the front door she will find her way home its less than 500 yards along the road , You did come home that day, if it not for bumping into
you both i would have took you home, instead he pleaded he had been looking for you,
i scalded you , and told you to go with him, i should have known , you did not want to go.
I told you Move go, It was only till your season finished. I will never forgive myself , that
night , he threw you out of the twelve floor window!!!. I just pray you never sufferd that day.
The four of us we all sufferd the ones who were left were not defenseless animals, Animals when
one of your family is killed in this manner. That idiot that threw you to your death never knew the pain he would cause, he did not care.Your dad and i knew right away he had done it, the only person who can lift a doberman is its owner, Like me orr my husband, thats how we knew right away ,
you had the cheek to send a girlfriend along to tell us our darling dog was dead.The price you pay is in your head and will be forever. From all the people especially the children who knew of Sascha.