Sammi came to me as a little ball of black fluff seventeen years ago. I had wanted a white dog but when I saw her stumbling around my feet, she melted my heart. She was the best. She took great pride in running really fast in circles; she had her own unique way of playing catch with a dozen plastic golf balls; she held me up when I thought my heart was breaking. In the end I was back to helping her climb up on the couch, go up steps, and carrying her at the end of her walk. She never waivered in her love for me. She trusted me with all her needs, and with making the end easier for her. I held her little face and we locked eyes. I saw the light go out. She’s gone, but that little spirit still fills me up.
Momma still loves you Sammi.
| Sammi |
| 11, July 2012 |
| Jane Konheim |