deSade


German Shepherd/American Staffordshire Terrier
Picture of deSade, a male German Shepherd/American Staffordshire Terrier

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Home:San Diego, CA  
Sex: Male

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Nicknames:
Woonilus, deSaddy-Waddy, Big Boy, deSade-Honey, Honey Bear, Boo Boo Head

Doggie Dynamics:
 Energy 
sleepyenergetic
 
 Intelligence 
sillygenius
 
 Friendliness 
aggressiveaffectionate
 
 Playfulness 
not playfulvery playful
 
 Disposition 
anxiouscalm
 

Quick Bio:
-part feral

Birthday:
November 16th 1989

Likes:
deSade loved his Kong and carried it everywhere. He also loved tum-tum loves and the "pillow game" where he would try to tackle & bite my hand under the pillow plus he adored his "Grammy" and my Mom loved him as well.

Pet-Peeves:
Being part wolf, he seemed to be very aware of canine hierarchy and respect.

Favorite Toy:
A red Kong

Favorite Food:
He loved grilled chicken and low-fat frozen yogurt... separately, of course!

Favorite Walk:
We went on so many walks on both the East and West Coasts, but I think his favorite was Fiesta Island in San Diego, CA.

Best Tricks:
He somehow had the ability to warm even the most jaded heart. This dog touched everyone in the best possible way. And in return, he was truly loved.

Arrival Story:
My boyfriend at the time had a pit bull that mated with the wolf-hybrid next door, producing a litter of nine puppies. I got the pick-of-the-litter... my sweet, sweet deSade. Below you will find his eulogy, sent out on the day that he passed on...

Bio:
Today I said 'good-bye' to my best friend, who passed away at the ripe old age of 15. In looking for some pictures to include in this eulogy, I'm reminded of just how blessed I am to have had the privilege of sharing this life with him, and would like to share some of that with you, for each of you know just how much he meant to me and many have come to love him as I do. Those of you who knew me way back when may remember my romance with Jeff, the "Anti-Skinhead" Skinhead. While interesting (who can forget us showing up on the evening news front & center at an anti-Klan rally, Jeff quoting Nietzsche through a bullhorn and me standing next to him looking like a deer caught in headlights) our relationship was short-lived but so very fruitful, because out of that union came deSade, fathered when Jeff's pit bull, Siegfried, scaled an 8-foot fence and mated with the wolf-hybrid next door. Soon we were headed down to Warner Robbins for my pick-of-the-litter, and were greeted by the cutest puppies I'd ever seen. There were nine in all, four of which had been promised to army buddies of the wolf's owner and had strings tied around their necks. Puppies everywhere... pulling on my socks, yapping at my heels. But one stood out. I got misty-eyed when I picked him up and he nuzzled my neck. I was already in love. But was he already slated for someone else? I couldn't look. So, I handed him to Jeff and asked, "Does he have a string?" And, feeling around his furry little neck, Jeff found it... a small white string. But, before my heart could even begin to sink, he pulled it off, handed me the pup and said, "No, he doesn't." And while Jeff & I amicably parted ways after a few months, deSade & I were just beginning a journey that would span 15 years and many miles & adventures later. Though I had another dog, Midnight, who also lived for 15 years, deSade was in many ways my first... the first dog in my adulthood that was solely my responsibility... in life and in death. He was a good dog, "typical" in so many ways. He loved to ride in the car. He loved the water though he couldn't swim. He was fiercely protective and loyal. He was also playful and loving... and quite the ladies man, with a string of "girlfriends" with exotic names like Isis, Jasmine and Pepper... until his fascination with Madame Coco, an ancient tumor-ridden rat terrier missing most her hair and all but one of her teeth caused him to howl nonstop until I was forced to have him neutered just to get some sleep. And though he was in every sense of the word a "dog," he had a soul t hat had the ability to touch so many people... from the many people who stopped us on the streets, parks and beaches to meet, pet and love on him to my friends who love him as if he were their own to all of you who have called, emailed or stopped by during his last days. In fact, many of you I've met because of deSade, and for that I am truly blessed & grateful. And while I never thought I'd say this, I also feel 'blessed' by his death because, while I miss him terribly, his passing is also a cause for celebration... not only of a life well lived but of friends with whom to share the fond memories & the grief. Everyone on this email has touched our lives in some way. Thank You... especially: Gail (your maturity in Eve's passing was my inspiration and strength); Stephanie (23 years of friendship and I can still count on you); Lori (for your love & concern... and for stopping by to say farewell and taking our last picture together... I love you for that); Dwight (for caring so much that your pain almost equals my own); Juanita (on the phone with me when he died, you helped me stay focused on being there for him); Angela & Jeff (for truly understanding); Henry, Eunice & Brian (for flying in for my party and being able to se e him one last time); Sandra (for being there in spirit); all my other guests who realized his health was fading and took that opportunity to say "good-bye"; Phyllis (for being the best sister and friend I could hope for); my Mom (there is nothing like a Mom's love at times like these); Dante & Diego (for not turning on deSade in his old age; but instead protecting him and watching over him as he died); and Wiser (10 years ago this man promised me he would be there for me when deSade passed on, and damn if he didn't make good on that promise... from riding his Harley over in subzero temperatures to console me right after he died to taking me to the crematorium today... thank you, thank you for your love & friendship); and, finally, to whatever Higher Power gave me the strength to bring deSade home from the vet instead of putting him down as suggested... in the end, he died peacefully in my arms, surrounded by familiarity and love. Thank you God, for as deep as my pain is, it's eclipsed by the joy of having been blessed with such a wonderful canine companion and best friend, as well as people to share in this celebration of his life. deSade, you will be missed.

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