She technically started out as my oldest brother's dog, but she kind of had a bit of a communal ownership situation going on. She ended up at my parents for years, and they refused to claim ownership of her. Which was amusing, considering she owned their asses.
I won't assault you with fifty dead-puppy stories that would probably only interest anyone who knew the dog. She didn't do very extraordinary things. Mostly we managed to teach her to roll over and little else, though if you bent over, she thought it meant a tummy rub and would flop on her back. That's about all there is to her trick repertoire. Also, she'd eat anything you set in front of her. Yup, just like every other dog out there.
The real thing about Sabian was how she and my Dad always hung out. She followed him everywhere, even out to the yard to be mercilessly shaved of all her hair in the summers. She always looked so pathetic, getting scalped, but she let the old man torture her anyway.
I think the truest test of a dog's loyalty is when its owner, or owned human, gets sick. When my Dad was diagnosed with cancer, she always hovered nearby. All her time was spent at his feet or in his lap. She stood by him, and that's why I think she was a pretty damn cool dog.
She disappeared the night he died. I can't remember her being anywhere out in the open. I don't know for sure if she sensed he was going, or that she just needed to stay out of the way, but she stuck to the shadows.
And after he died, she'd go to his side of the bed and just stare up at where he used to lie. Or she'd wander back into the computer room and take up her old position on the rug near Dad's computer chair. She did that for quite some time. Eventually, she got the memo that he was gone and stopped, but not entirely. Every once in a while you could find her in the bedroom, waiting for her human.
Good dog, that Sabian.
I'll miss the little rat. But she was old, blind, deaf, could barely walk. I'm the type of person who doesn't grieve too hard when its obvious that an animal's quality of life is gone. I feel more relieved that she isn't in any discomfort anymore. She had a long, pampered life. Lots of belly rubs and dog treats.
Still sucks though. Sleep well, rat-dog.