As a youngster, Sabre loved to kick around the soccer ball, play with hair bows and tan on lawn chairs in his backyard—relatively unremarkable hobbies if he weren’t a 100-pound yellow lab.
Born in Oregon, Sabre was the large, sixth puppy of mixed, black-and-yellow dog-parents. He was adopted by a middle-class family in suburban California, where he enjoyed the luxuries of manicured lawns and zesty orange trees before moving to Tennessee in 2004.
Sabre prided himself on being the alpha of the pack (he had two beagle siblings) and recklessly threw himself in harm’s way for the thrill of adventure. As a result, he underwent surgery three times—to remove a rock from his gut, to mend a sprained knee and to cut off tumors that had developed in the final years of his life.
Sabre’s over-time at the veterinarian never dimmed his smart-ass smirk or friendly, Clifford-like disposition. Though he lost his battle to cancer in the summer of 2011, his strength inspires those he left behind—stray hairs continuing to resurface between couch cushions and laundry folds as little, white reminders of his perseverance.