Sadie was my first dog. She came to me late in her life and about the middle of mine. This lovely, kind girl was found wandering the streets of Everett and was rescued by the good people of Samoyed rescue in western Washington. The first moment I met her, she rolled over on her back for a good tummy rub. And when I opened the car door for her to take her to her new home, she jumped right in. She was a trusting soul.

She loved going for rides in the car. Every time I picked up my keys, she’d race to the door, eagerly squeaking and whining. She’d scoot down the stairs, waiting for me at each landing, then hit the pavement and bounce back and forth on her hind legs, then fore legs. Once, she was so eager to get into the car but the doors were all closed, so she just jumped into the trunk.