Sas Belizean Dog Ambassador to U.S.

05/12/2025

Two years. Your successor has filled my heart with joy again. But you, Dear Sas, still leave an unfillable void. We talk about you. We laugh about your funny things you used to do. We love you.

12/31/2024

Hello my sweet spirit. I'm in your native country, birthplace, and where we met. I miss you. Your spirit is in the island breeze and because of you, I met the wonderful people who have built up Caye Caulker Humane Society.

Met a cutie today. He needed the rusted chain and wire tie removed from his neck. He was rewarded with a collar that for this reason, was the one collar that didn't make it to Amanda's.

05/12/2023

This is what she watched today, mid day and at the end. God Speed my Sweet As Sugar.

05/11/2023

Video from yesterday, Wednesday.

05/11/2023

This is mom. Sas is so full of life. I can only hope for a miracle. When she’s awake, she’s engaged. I put together a compilation of pics and videos of her and her siblings who are waiting for her. Lots of videos of the lake. Sas is the smartest dog I’ve ever had, and I’ve had some smart ones. She’s watching the videos. When she falls asleep, I close the computer to let her rest. This is so hard to see knowing what’s to come. And Dad and I are with her every moment she wants us. I’ve taken the rest of the week off to be with her. Glad I can do that for her. I’ll be posting fun videos of these few days and then maybe some past videos.

05/09/2023

I really liked the lake. I liked boat rides with wind on my face. I loved being at the lake with Laeni. I especially liked lake turtles.
They tasted good. Kinda like lizards 🦎. Island food. Frogs 🐸 were fun to catch. Mom called me a frog maimer. These are the things I dream about when getting transfused.

A week ago I felt so weak that I almost gave up. But I just wasn’t ready. Mom and Dad took me on another road trip. I’m at Texas A&M getting more blood. I feel good with blood and bad without. People here are nice. I think I heard that I’m going home today. Yay! I sensed my mom and dad in the hospital today. I’m looking forward to being home and hunting that big lizard in the wood pile.

Dad had a dream last week about me and Laeni. In his dream he placed his sandwich on the side table by the couch. I left his sandwich alone. Not a lizard. Not really interested. In his dream, Laeni ate it. Of course. I miss Laeni. Dad said in his dream that Laeni and I were playing together and she got on top of me, in a fun play way, holding me down to the ground. Dad said he woke up from the dream and checked on me. He thought I was gone. Mom knew. She said Laeni made me come back to her.

This will be Sas’ last post. She is no longer regenerating enough red blood. Her platelets are almost none. Either the babesia or the t-cell lymphoma are either taking over the spleen and or the bone marrow. We spent an hour in discussion with the doc after the docs rounded on Sas’ most complex case. Any test we do at this point, aside from not changing an outcome, could cause immediate death because of lack of platelets. We are spending the next hours to days with her. To keep her comfortable and happy. We won’t let her suffer. As her pack cell volume (red blood) drops, she cannot oxygenate. Her respiration increases to try to get oxygen to the organs, but there’s no blood. When this happens and Sas becomes uncomfortable, we’ll let her go back to play with her siblings. Until I see them all again. I miss them every day. I will explain all of this to Sas so she knows and isn’t scared. She’s such a smart soul. My heart is broken. Too young.

05/08/2023

Ruff weekend. I got my red blood tested on Friday. I went from 20 (on Wednesday after transfusion) to 25! Saturday my belly hurt. I had watery p**p. Felt bad. I didn’t eat all day. I had some mini tacos Saturday night with Dr Dog!! (Doug Sanders). I love ❤️ him. He, Janet, Mom, Dad, and I visited in our outside front living area for several hours. I barked at dogs. I hunted rabbits for a bit. But sooo tired.

Yesterday I felt terrible. No energy. Couldn’t eat. Mom and Dad force fed me pumpkin. I think I’d like that later. I want to eat. I want to stay here on earth. Mom and Dad keep asking me. My friends all know I’m not ready. I have so much to see.

This morning I had a big fever. Mom checked for the first time. I guess I didn’t mind. Or I didn’t notice. She contacted the ist. The ist said she didn’t have much to offer. She recommended Texas A&M Small Animal Teaching hospital. Mom had already been speaking to them last Thursday and Friday. Thank goodness. I’m in their system. Now on my way.

I stopped by the clinic and got to see Chloe! I luv her. She smells like a pitty. I miss Laeni. Mom found a bully stick! I ate it. Cold water on my head and chest and car AC blowing on me. I feel somewhat better now. I know I’m going to get help.

To my greyhound friends, please keep donating blood. You are the reason I’m going to make it past this.

05/04/2023

This is me last night. Coming home after an infusion of red blood. I won’t eat anything except deli turkey. Here I am waiting for dad to get the turkey on my way home. Dad also has given me kilbassi today. It’s the only thing I’ll eat.

Mom is always right. And she’s not happy. She knew I felt like death yesterday. She heavily encouraged dad to take me in for more blood. My red blood dropped from 20 to 15 between Monday and Wednesday. Normal is 50-56. The doc isn’t clear why and offered more drugs to further suppress my immune system potentially putting me at greater risk for the babesia and erlichia to go wild AND making my stomach even more unhappy, or taking out my spleen which means certain death (but take it out to make me ‘comfortable’… huh? When does surgery make anyone more comfortable?), or go to TA&M for guidance. Mom chose option 4 based on her readings. Give me supportive care (BLOOD), allow the two heavy treatments (imidocarb and Elspar) some time to work, while awaiting an appointment to go to TA&M. If I weren’t so tired, I’d be excited about a road trip.

05/01/2023