08/30/2026
It can sometimes be difficult navigating the challenges of rescue while experiencing heartbreak within your own family.
On Friday, we unexpectedly lost the matriarch of our animal family. The very first animal Matt and I owned together, Sadie was with us for 15 years.
She showed up as a spunky kitten on our porch, the morning after a storm. We were leaving within days to go to Newfoundland so Matt’s mom came and fed her outside while we were gone. Sure enough, she was there when we returned.
We still talk about the night we pulled in the lane and this little flash of white ran across the roof of the house, down the cedar tree and met us at the back door.
We soon brought her inside where she promptly locked us out of our own bathroom.
And then we brought Tuker home, and while she pooped her pants upon their first meeting, she ended up loving him as much as we did.
She saw many animals come and go through our home, never loving any feline after Little Girl and Betsy. I guess two friends was her max.
I’ll miss her chasing me around demanding multiple snacks an evening, drinking from my water glass, and helping me prepare almost every meal and crying until I would give her a plate of whatever meat I was cooking.
She lived a good life, but not long enough.
I wish I could give you one more head scritch and tell you how much I love my old girls as the three of you’d snooze on the dryer together. I’ll miss you Suadie Lady. 🩶🤍🧡
