I believe I was in high school when the family and me met Sassy; Daddy had brought her to her furever-home to meet us. Sassy must have been Pomeranian-Mix because she was small and excitable and had the cutest little black face; a friend of the family used to call her Batgirl, and I found that endearing. Sassy would get so excited she could pee in your lap, and she would pee when someone came through the main door of the house; I suppose she was over-joyed to see us, or maybe she was happy to have a home. Along with Sassy’s outward cuteness was her personality and disposition which was very sweet.

I am not even sure where Daddy got Sassy , but he adored her, and the rest of the family was a little turned off by the peeing. Daddy would make his case why he wanted to keep Sassy, but it would be to no avail. I cannot forget the time I walked into the kitchen, and Daddy was in the chair between the refrigerator and the living room door; he was holding Sassy and petting her while he looked down at her, and not paying any attention to the surroundings. Daddy and Sassy looked so sad like they were alone in the world.

Once I saw Daddy and Sassy sitting in the chair, I immediately changed my mind about Sassy and her peeing ways, and it could have been the fact that they broke my heart that night, and when I saw them sitting there together so sad, I think I had grown up a little. I never wanted to see Daddy look that sad again.

So, eventually the family and me came around, and Daddy snapped out of his sadness and decided he was keeping sassy whether we liked it or not. It is funny how some things in life can jog your memory, and sometimes the saddest memories are the ones that seem improbable to forget.

I love you all!

Take care and God bless.

Chris