Donatrix Wildah - Sari

Oppdatert 27. mars, 2010

Donatrix Wildah

Navn: Donatrix Wildah
Kallenavn: Sari
Rase: Groenendael
Født: 10. oktober, 2005
Gikk bort: 19. februar, 2008
Søsken: 5 brødre & 2 søstre
Høyde: ca 60 cm
Vekt: ca 17 kg
HD: A/A
AD: 0/0
Øyner: UA, August 2007
Utstilling: 1xBIR valp, 1xCert & BIm, 1xck & Crufts-kvalifisert
Mentaltester: Bestått Karaktertest
Lydighet: Bronsemerke (170/180 poeng), 2. premie & 2. plass LP klasse 1 (offisiell) 1. premie & 1. plass klasse 1 (uoffisiell), NBFK klubbmester i LP 2007 klasse 1





Empty rooms are closing in on me
I can't find my way out
It's too hard, too hard to breath
And still I want to shout
Don't leave me here, don't disappear tonight
Don't leave me here, don't take my colours of light

Cause all I know is if you go
you take a part of me
All I know is love controls
Won't you set me free



Sari var:

    Bonzo
  • Glad, she greeted everyone she knew with tons of joy and happiness
  • Utadvendt, she loved just about anyone, both people and dogs
  • Leken, she loved her toys, and was often seen carrying one of them, trying to get someone to play with her
  • Lærte raskt, men var også:
  • Lett distrahert, which led to a few funny situations (such as walking straight into a wall)
  • Fond of carrying things, especially sticks and trash she would find along the road.
  • A talented obediencestar, unfortunatly, we'll never know how far she would have gone
  • Energisk: Why walk when you can run and jump instead? And she looooved to run, FAST! The reason she died :(
  • Morsom, I sometimes called her my little clown, 'cus she always maked me laugh.
  • My little teddybear, she loved to cuddle, and when I let her sleep in my bed, she was in heaven.
  • Not a guarddog, she hardly ever barked, and would either welcome the burglars, or hide.
  • Sociable, she absolutely hated to be alone, and won't hesitate to let everyone know, something my neighbors told me
Sari

They say memories are golden, well maybe that is true.
I never wanted memories, I only wanted you.
A million times I needed you, a million times I cried.
If love alone could have saved you, you never would have died.
In life I loved you dearly, In death I love you still.
In my heart you hold a place no one could ever fill.
If tears could build a stairway and heartache make a lane,
I'd walk the path to heaven and bring you back again.
Our family chain is broken, and nothing seems the same.
But as God calls us one by one, the chain will link again.





What to say, where to begin? The list above was copy/pasted from her old site, and I never really finished it. But looking back it sums up the kind of dog she was. My baby.
I want to start off with thanking everyone who helped bring this wonderful girl into my life, Hanna, Carola, Jannike and Ada. I owe you all so much, both for being a part of making her, and for letting me be the one to have her. It's taken me a long time to finish this memorian. Sometimes I still think she'll be there when I get home, waiting for me, wagging her tail, and whole body, while jumping up and down in pure happiness. Everyone that knew her will know what I'm talking about. Because her way of greeting the ones she loved was special, and being away for just a minute called for one of her greetings. I had promised myself not to cry while writing this, but who was I kidding? I just miss her so much. And finally making this page confirms that I've come to terms with never being greeted by my little angel.

It's impossible to write it all down, and to put all of her short life into words. But I'll try. One of the things that keeps coming back to me is the way she used to pee with pure happiness when she saw someone she loved, and the frustration of all of my family as they tried to stop her from putting her tail into the pond as she wagged away. Hehe. Nice shower, or what? It took me almost one year to train her (and my family) to contain herself, but all through her life, it still happened on occations when she hadn't seen someone she loved for a long time. I also remember one time in particular, when she hadn't seen my mom in about a month. As we got to their house, and I opened the car door to let her out, she saw my mom, ran to her as she cried of pure joy. It really touched my mom, and she was actually moved to tears. My mom ended up making her an extra big batch of bread with liver pate for her. That was their little ritual. Once, my mom was busy when we came, and didn't go straight to the kitchen as she used too. Guess who waited in the kitchen for a few minutes, before loosing her patience, and then came outside, looked at my mom and growled as she turned to look towards the kitchen? Yep, that was my girl. She knew how to tell us what she wanted :)
Sari would also wake me up in the middle of the night. No, not by barking og whining or anything like that! She would stand next to my bed, stare intently at me, wagging her tail until I finally woke up. Have you ever had that feeling? Where you wake up because you feel someone staring at you? It can be a little freaky, but I soon came to love and expect it to happen.

Sari She was a devil of a puppy, and for a while I thought I'd never make a proper dog out of that black, vicious thing. Well, vicious is the totally wrong word to describe her, she didn't have a mean bone in her body. She just had a ton of energy, and it required a lot of work on my side to get her to use all of that energy in a positiv way (i.g. not eating the furniture, attacking peoples jeans, tourmenting the cat...) And this is where our passion for obedience came into the picture. She loved to train, and would come to get me if I'd been watching tv too long, and she was bored. As soon as I got up and brought out the clicker, she danced around my legs, ancious to do what I asked. I wish I got to see her fulfill her potential, she could have gone far. And I'm proud of our achievements. I had also made plans to start training with the Norwegian Search and Rescue Dogs, but unfortunatly our time was cut short.

Sari I planned and arranged my life around Sari's happiness, trying to make choices so that we could spend as much time together as possible. But in January 2008 I decided to travel to Los Angeles, USA for a 2 month vacation, leaving Sari with my sister and her boyfriend. And on February 18th I got that horrible phone call from my dad, that Sari had squeezed her way out and ran straight for the road and the only car there. It was dark, foggy and the driver was speeding... She went through extensive surgery, but passed away early the next morning. Her love for running ended her life too early. It was hard not being there to say goodbye, getting to bury her and being with friends and family. But my parents, my sister and her boyfriend took such great care of her, so I know she was in the best of hands. And now she rests next to Bonzo, underneat some trees to shelther them from rain and wind, and with a view of the lake and the fields they both used to roam. Rest in peace, I'll see you again one day. Love you, ville-Wildah, Bobbisen, Sari-Balari, Buggisen, Bram Brum... Lille pillo mi :( Vakreste Sarijenta i verden, ingen vil kunne erstatte deg.