This is going to be a hard post for me, and probably a sad one to read so there's my disclaimer. I'll do my best to keep it upbeat but the truth is that I feel a hole in my heart. Savannah went to Heaven last night, and it was one of the most painful moments of my life. I felt such a responsibility to her to do the right thing because she has been the most amazing dog and friend to me, and yet it was still so ridiculously hard to let her go.

As she hadn't eaten a full meal since Monday, and only a few bites here and there since then, I talked to the vet and we decided that the time had come, just as he had informed me back in the beginning of June that this day would come when she stopped eating. Her tumor had grown rapidly, and she just kept getting skinnier and skinnier, while her poor little belly kept expanding. We pampered her and mentally prepared; my family came over on Wednesday to spend some time with her, and then Curt & I spent more time last night before we left. We took the dogs out together, and let Savannah off the leash down the lane, and as she was walking away from us it struck me that she would be doing the s

ame thing later that night onto Heaven. It reminded me of Ayla in Clan of the Cave Bear (some may laugh) but I thought that for her, I needed to try and be as strong as I could. My mom, Curt and I drove to the vet's, with me with Savannah in the back, and I just pet her (and cried) the whole way there. When we got there Dr. Hablinski was great. We had some time alone with her in a room, and then he lead us to the back where they had their staff and locked the door to interruptions. They laid her on the table, and I held her head and spoke to her to tell her how much I loved her and that I would see her on the flip side. Curt held my other hand and was at my side, and Savannah and I were head to head, eye to eye until the end. I was beyond upset of course, and I could see in her eyes that she didn't know what was going on, but she wasn't concerned. All I saw there was trust - soul to soul trust in me that all would be ok. It was a heavy and painful burden and so hard for me to watch her go.
I remembered later that she always had this trust in me from the beginning

, and I first saw this in her when I first cut her toenails. I had laid her down, draped a leg over her in case she tried to bolt, and cut her nails. At first she didn't like it, but she listened to my comforts and trusted that I wasn't there to hurt her even though we were still getting acquainted. Where I called, she followed, and we spent her last moments in this trust and bond. The vet told us to stay as long as we needed, and then they would prepare her in her little coffin for us to take her to her final resting place. At this point of course I was a bawling mess, but Mom and Curt were there to comfort and we made our peace. They prepared her by wrapping her in a blanket that I had brought from the house - the blanket that used to sit in my bowl chair where we would sit together sometimes (and Savannah would be ever so pushy to get more room) as this was the only furniture she was allowed up on. I also brought her red lion stuffed squeaker toy, and her frog that Vicki got her for her birthday party, so they are in there with her as well.

We then got on the road to Giddings, where CP & Judy were waiting with a grave dug on top of the hill at their ranch. On the way over for the first hour or so I was still really upset, and about the time we reached the point on 105 before Plantersville, it started to rain even though the sun was still shining in the distance. I thought to myself, how fitting that there would be both rain and sunshine, as that was exactly what I felt. I then thought, wow, wouldn't it be amazing to see a rainbow from her to know that she was here with me, and that she had made it? I then looked out my window and was overwhelmed with emotion when I saw the most beautiful full rainbow on the horizon - I choked out for everyone to look, and I felt a certain peace knowing that God and she had heard me, I couldn't believe it. From that point on in the drive I felt so much better - still cried a lot but it was such a beautiful evening and I knew even in death that she would still be here for me. I took some pictures of the sunset, and knew that it was all for us...

We got to College Station and stopped for a bite to eat (about 8:30 p.m.) and I watched the sun go down while Curt and Mom were getting the food. We made it to Giddings a little before 10 p.m. and Curtis had spent some time earlier that day digging her grave to be right next to Jesse and Bear on the top of the hill. The moon was full, or close to it, and we lowered her in. I put some flowers on her coffin and said a few private words to her, and then we covered her to rest in peace. It really is the most beautiful place, and I know there she will be able to run free in spirit and it brings me comfort.
We stayed and chatted with Curtis and Judy, but it was late so we headed home... my head felt as if it would explode from the pressure of having been a basketcase all day, so Mom told us to sleep. We got home around 1:30 a.m. to a sleepy Maverick and cried some more and headed to bed. I can't wait to go to Giddings and spend the weekend, and spend some time with her on that hill.
As we were drifting off to sleep, I told Curt the story of when Kendyl and I went to Gulf Greyhound Park to pick out a dog that was up for adoption (May of 2001). We had brought Cottonwood with us thinking that whoever it was would have to get along with her, and we were thinking that I would get a boy b/c usually opposite sexes work better together so a dog isn't fighting for Alpha, etc. The lady however, took us to meet Savannah first, and I was closed to it at first b/c we were pretty sure it would be a boy, but she took us to her pen anyway and she and CW sniffed and were fine together, and Savannah was lively and excited that we were there. We went on and took a look at all of the boys, everyone of them CW *hated* and growled at, so we went back to see Savannah. CW gave her a mini growl then, but mostly b/c she was worked up by that point, but we knew that she was the one so I completely changed my mind and from then on I was set on her. She had the most beautiful coloring, I remember, red fawn, and was the softest dog I had ever met, and I think that she probably will always will be.
I just wanted to share my most favorite things about Savannah:
10. When we would take Savannah back to the track (with CW) for the greyhound reunion parades, she would go crazy crazy over the bunny when the races began. She would get on her hind legs, and prop her front two on the window, and bark with wild abandon with her tail wagging wildly in her helicopter mode (just huge circles) wanting to get out and run with her buddies. I recently saw a taste of this last week as I took her and Maverick out to potty in the lane down from our house. I had them both on their leashes, and it was misting and cloudy, and all of a sudden I saw them both go to attention. I turned to look at what it was, not knowing what to expect, and there was a small armadillo less than 8 feet away, completely unfazed by our presence. Maverick and Savannah both started prancing, Savannah's ears were at their full height, and she was whining and just wanting so badly to go check it out. I calmed them and told them we were just going to watch, and they kept it up until it disappeared into the woods. It was a special moment for me to see her act that way with such excitement.
9. Savannah was once so excited to go for a ride in Kendyl's truck to the park, that before we could get the tailgate down she cleared the bed and jumped straight in. I was floored - we had no idea she could jump that high, and I'm sure she didn't either, but I couldn't believe that in one leap she could be in the back of the truck, and it's not a small truck, either!! She was a determined little girl...
8. As most of you know I have a teddy bear that my Great Grandmother got me when I was about 10 or so, and I have slept with it ever since. Savannah has always loved Murray, and she was so sneaky with him because she would walk by the bed, and if he was in grabbing distance she would just take him and go somewhere alone. She would never chew on him, or treat him as a toy, I would just find her there with him tucked between her two front feet, with her head lying on top of his belly... she just liked to be near him I suppose because it has my scent all over it. I used to get cross at her when she did this, but it became an endearing game...
7. Savannah was a prancer when she was happy. She would do little jumps for joy if you asked if she wanted a treat, or if she wanted to go for a ride or walk, and when she would walk in these moments it was with such a confident bounce and stride that would make her collar jingle a ton.
6. Here in the last month I've taken note of her and Maverick's relationship. I loved it when she would be lying down on a bed, and Maverick would come up to her, and if they were both in the right mood, they would just sit there and sniff each other's faces and just love on each other. It was so special to see this quiet shared moment between two companions. Maverick has never known life without Savannah, and she was always so patient with him as a puppy. As he got older she was more inclined to put him in his place, but these quiet moments showed how much they cherished one another.

5. She was hysterical when she was ready to play. She could hang with Maverick in a game of tug of war (STRONG!), she would sneak up and pounce on a victim stuffed animal and thrash it about, and steal Mav's toys as well. Once in a blue moon, she would bark when she was excited in play, and it was always this snappy, gruff, joyous sound!
4. Savannah was the epitome of grace. She could run like the wind, and I loved to watch her run at Townplace in the grass around the col-de-sac. When she had gotten it all out of her system, she would then come sit by me in the grass, me on the porch, and we would just sit and think there in silence.
3. When we lived at Townplace she got into the habit of "watching the crack" when I would come home. As we didn't have a window near the carport, she would intently just stand by the door, ears at alert listening for the moment that I would be at the door. She would sometimes whine in anticipation, and I got to see for myself at my parent's house when I could look down on her playing this game... hilarious
2. I loved it when she would sniff my eyes and face... she would be ever so gentle, and just go over all of my features, with my eyes being her favorite. I don't know if eye makeup smells or what but she would even sometimes give a small lick (and she wasn't a licker!)
1. Savannah was a cuddler. She would rub her face on my legs and get really into it which was so funny, although not always so funny when I just put on my business skirt or pants and couldn't have hair all over me, in which case I would have to pet her head so she could get her fill - haha. She also liked to stand by me and others that she wanted to be close to - she would literally just walk up to you and just stand directly by you, or with her neck touching your leg. She was all about proximity. You could especially get a taste of this when she would get a bath... she wasn't always thrilled about the bath part, though she would tolerate it for her favorite part which came after, the towel-dry off. When she was finished, I would hold out the towel like a bull fighter, and she would just walk right into it with her head between my knees, and wait for a rub down, and oh how she loved it! :-) She would also enjoy when you laid with her on the floor, and sometimes would lay directly on top of you and paw at you to remind you to pet her...
*My all time favorite Savannah-ism:* I loved it when she woke up in the morning, and she would get up halfway and come to a sitting position, and stretch her nose high to the sky, with her ears as far wide as they could stretch. It was so funny, and yet so beautiful - she didn't do it all the time, so I had to learn how to catch her in it...
Now will be the hard part of coming to peace with this at home. Maverick was excited for us to be home last night and played with his blue lion (identical to Savannah's red one) and sniffed at her collar and leash, and today I keep looking for her and then remember. It will be a hard transition, but I know she will always be in my heart and that I have 6 years of wonderful memories where it was at first just us girls, and then a joined family. This is impossibly so hard, but all worth it just the same...
Love you Savannah,
Tasha xx