Pet-Peeves: other dogs stealing her bone or a food treat
Favorite Toy: Her purple squeaky football, tennis balls, and anything that squeaks
Favorite Food: What isn't Sheba's favorite food?
Favorite Walk: The walking path behind our house
Best Tricks: we were limited to sit, but she has recently learned down
Arrival Story: Sheba is our official "house dog" at the assisted living community where I work. She was 12 years old when we adopted her after her guardian was deployed to Iraq. She quickly learned that she had lots of attention from all the seniors and visitors but after living in the community 24/7, I thought she needed a break so I took her home with me for the night. She loved every minute of it - from the car ride home, to the great walks, to being able to snuggle in bed, and have a quiet place to sleep - she loved it. So, this became a common trip - about once a week she would come home with me so she could have a break and enjoy some special adventures. When I brought Sheba back to work the next day, she had a spring in her step and seemed so happy. But then I was hearing that she wasn't doing so well over the weekend when I wasn't working. My co-workers said she acted like she didn't feel well. Everyone was thinking that she is by all standards an old dog so maybe she's really slowing down. But when I would come in, I noticed nothing out of sorts. Sheba seemed fine. Maybe she just missed me? The final straw came when one weekend I called in to work and asked how Sheba was doing. The answer I got concerned me - she was laying down in the mail room and refusing to move. When I came in the next morning, guess what? Sheba was fine again. Well, that settled it. Her occasional overnights turned into every nights and weekends too. She loves her current arrangement and has the best of both worlds. She goes to work with me every day (5 days a week) but gets to have a quiet home life with all the good stuff that goes with it, including a canine brother Smokey and a feline sister Holly. Yes, life is good and these are the golden years for Sheba.
Bio: Update: Sheba is now officially retired from her full-time job at the assisted living community at the age of 14. I changed locations within my company so now I'm closer to home and Sheba decided she wanted to come with me so we have now officially adopted each other with the blessings of Good As Gold Golden Retriever Rescue. Sheba and her daughter Lucky Lucy both found their homes through this wonderful rescue. Sheba is enjoying a lighter schedule but still goes to work with me occasionally. She gets along well with our house dog Payton and loves to greet all the residents there. She still knows how to work a crowd, that's for sure! She has a special magic and clearly loves to get all that attention so as long as she's able, she'll keep coming with me, just on a lighter schedule.
Dear Sheba: I know you're not here. You're at the Rainbow Bridge. I'll bet you're running and chasing tennis balls, and swimming in the lake and playing with the squeakiest of squeaky toys. I just wanted to stop by your page and let you know that although it's been almost 6 months ago since we said goodbye, I still think about you every day. When I saw the movie "Up", the dog in the movie reminded me of you - I think it was his sweet, eager to please, happy go lucky nature. He looked a little like you too. Smokey has started to sleep on your bed sometimes. I told him you wouldn't mind. We are healing with time. But it doesn't mean that I don't still miss you. And when I read about senior dogs that need homes, I think of you and the wonderful time we had together. I will tell them Sheba, tell them that while the time is so much shorter for the seniors like you, it just took a little love, kindness, and patience. And you gave that all back to me tenfold! I hope that your wonderful story will be an inspiration to others to show them that older dogs, like older people, need a champion - someone to look out for them and to take care of them when their senses begin to fade and they need some help finding their way. So yes, dear Sheba, while it hurts to say goodbye, I don't regret for a minute the time we had together. You were a wonderful, loving, loyal companion. And although we are no longer together, love has not forgotten. It never will.
It is with great sadness that I share that Sheba left for the Rainbow Bridge today at age 14 1/2 as best as I know her age to be. She has been doing great but started breathing heavier than normal in the last couple days with today being worse. I took her to the emergency vet today who confirmed her suspicions with x-rays -- she had cancer and the tumors were creating problems with her breathing. I made the only choice I could for her when there were no other options and she went gently and quietly with the help of the vet and with me by her side. I'm so grateful that she didn't have to suffer and although I know it was the only decision I could make for her, I feel like my heart is about to break in two. Those of you who may have lost treasured pets need no explanation. I officially adopted her in July but had been unofficially her guardian since last October when she went from being the house dog at my assisted living community 24/7 to coming home with me every night and weekends. Sheba knew how to live and she knew how to love - right up to the very end. Oh how I will miss my sweet little redheaded girl.
Hi, it's me, Sheba. I've got so much to tell you. As you may have read in my bio update, I've had some big changes. July 1 my mom transferred job locations within her company so she now works much closer to home, which means shorter car rides and more mom time! Whoopee! But if mom is going to work in a new location, what about me? She wouldn't forget about me and leave me behind, would she??? Naawww. We got way too attached to each other for that to happen. She told me the good news -- we got to adopt each other! Good as Gold Golden Retriever Rescue gave their approval and blessings so now it's official - Mom and I can always be together. Although a lady doesn't reveal her age, I think it's okay to tell you that I think I'm 14 now and I am slowing down a bit. So when Mom asked if I wanted to retire from public life, I felt it would be a good time as I had to say goodbye to my friends at the assisted living community and hang up the official leash for my daily responsibilities. I really kinda like being able to go back to sleep after Mom leaves to go to work and sometimes Mom leaves the tv on for me (Animal Planet, of course). I'm not exactly sitting at home, watching soaps and eating bon bons all day, but it's a nice doggie equivalent. Our friend Suzy comes by every day to take Smokey and I out for a walk while Mom is at work and sometimes she even brings her laptop and works at our house so she can hang out with us. Other days, I do kind of miss all the attention of the residents (it's hard to give up the spotlight) so I let Mom know I'd like to go to work too and she lets me go with her and hang out at work all day. I make friends pretty quickly and make the rounds to all the residents, greeting them, letting them pet me, and giving them some doggie love. Hey, it's what I do best! I'm no longer on the payroll - just a volunteer now, but I still love it. Payton is the official house dog at our new place and he doesn't mind me helping him out. He's also a golden and is a big strong hunk of a guy -- tee hee -- Mom thinks I have a crush on him. When she asked me, I smiled and then winked. It's not a bad thing to have a younger man around. Does that make me a cougar? Hmmm, somehow that doesn't seem right, now does it? Anyway, Mom is planning to take us to the Country Club of dog parks this weekend. This is on her list of things to do this summer and summer is quickly starting to fade. My favorite thing so far has been when we went swimming in the lake. I'll let you know how the dog park goes when I get back. Maybe I'll write an essay, What I Did This Summer to recap my experiences.
Until then, we will keep Lucky Lucy's human family in our thoughts and prayers. I know they miss her. As Lucy's human mom said, watch for the star twinkling extra bright in the night sky - that will be Lucy, sending her love. Good night, sweet Lucy.