My name is Chelsea, and I was eight years old when my dad met my future step mom. I was eight years old when I met my future step brother and sister. I was eight years old when I met Sasha who would soon be a whole another part of my life. Sasha was a Doberman and was 1 year old at the time. We know had a family of 5 with 2 dogs, Sasha and my own, Nicholas, a yellow lab.
It was a happy time when Jen, my step mom, and her kids, Brooke and Erik moved in with us in a small suburb home. The house was rather small and so was the yard. Nicholas would always climb the fence and run away, getting himself in trouble, but Sasha would never budge. She was the good dog until we finally packed up and moved into the country. The house was bigger and I no longer had to share a room.
Our yard was much bigger as well and for a long time we had an electrical fence to keep the dogs in, but it soon broke and we had to tie them up until my dad fixed it. Nicholas never ran away when we let him off his leash, but now Sasha was the one that did. She would constantly run away and it was a suprise for us that she came back unhurt all the time. And I guess this story has a predictable ending. Five years later at the age of 6 she met her death at the front of our house with a speeding car. I was away with my mom when I got the call from Jen, and we talked about for an hour comforting one another. Sasha was the first thing I ever lost that was really close to me, and I will miss her greatly.
Love Always From The Heart,
| Sasha |
| The Nitzsche/Heimbach Family |