Sadie is a survivor. She was airlifted out of the City by a rescue group and sent to a rescue in the Bay Area. Sadie quickly became my emotional support animal within days of moving in. At first we joked about naming her matches or Brillo which are tools used to smoke crack. She was scared of her own shadow. She also came with a case of mange that was so bad, she had to be treated with medicine designed for cattle.
Sadie was there through many study sessions as I plugged my way through college and graduate school. She laid at my feet when I lost my first pregnancy. She licked my babies as if they were her own. She never questioned why I used drugs because she never knew that person. She knows me as a person who loves her. She is curled up to me night now.
I got a tattoo of her face long before the children. She will always remind me of the love we can give when we are given a second chance at life- hers and mine.