Sheba died at 3:30 p.m. on October 24, 2000, at the age of 12. She had been battling an aggressive form of lymphosarcoma diagnosed about two months earlier, and turned out to be too sensitive to the treatments that normally work with this disease. Until the day before she had been doing OK, but on the 24th it all fell apart. Martha and I held her with tears in our eyes as the vet put her mercifully to sleep, a dignified and loving dog to the very end. We miss her like a family member.
In her memory, I am keeping the description of her that was posted some five years ago:
Sheba is our "ferocious" Doberman (ha!). She thinks she's a lap dog, and would likely lick any intruder into submission. She does go on "alert" and bark at the deer on our hillside, but is perfectly indifferent about strange people. Typically she will go over to them and put her head in their lap, expecting a good scratching. This can be intimidating to people who are not used to such behavior, and whose only knowledge of Dobermans comes from television shows like Magnum P.I.
One thing she has a terrible
time with is cameras -- she just seems to freak out at them. For that reason,
it is difficult to take pictures of her, and we don't have very many good ones.
Here are the two best we could find.
And here's one where I caught her sleeping (with one of our other dogs, Shasta):
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