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Date: July 4, 2010
In February2003, I got a call saying that a dog was in trouble and had to
get out of the home she was in. I adopted Enya, who was then 3 years old.
I was her 3rd adoption. She came to me a scared, frightened dog
who had been tossed around because of someone starving her before she was
8 weeks old, a divorce (ripping her away from 2 children who she adored),
and a woman who worked 16 hours a day. She really didn’t know who to
trust.
She became a part of my family immediately
and I knew the minute I saw her that she had finally found her forever
home. No matter what she did we would work it out.
In time, she became the wonderful dog I knew
she always was. She had become best friends with my friend’s Boxer,
Tanner, who was also adopted a few months before. In 2007, I was asked to
foster a puppy. Enya immediately became the greatest foster mom anyone
could ask for. She loved all of my fosters (7 of them) and took to them as
if they were her own. They could do anything to her (pull her tail- she
had a natural tail, sit on her, cuddle, and even one of the pups tried to
suckle her) - she never minded.
In 2008, she started excessively drinking
and when I brought her to the vet, it was discovered that she had Cushings
Disease. She was just starting on the medication when Enya suffered a
stroke and they believe a brain tumor in Feb of 2009. I brought her home
from the vet, with them believing she would die. I guess they didn’t know
how stubborn and stoic Enya was. She fought as hard as she could to
relearn how to eat and walk. She was a strong girl that wouldn’t give up.
By the end of the year, her life was not
good. She had to be carried upstairs and down, hand fed, and all she did
was sleep. She didn’t even get up to greet her favorite people or dogs. I
felt so badly for her because this was not my Enya. She seemed so sad and
depressed. In February, my vet and I decided that it was time to let her
go. It was the hardest decision I ever had to make, but I felt the most
unselfish one. Not a day goes by without me missing her.
Sue Lasch
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