Sam came into my life when I was going throug a rough time, Starting over. I needed some help getting through, and a dog, well, just knows.
Sam came into my life the summer of 1994. I went to a breeder and was having a hard time picking one out. Well, they had just been fed, and he waddled over, belly draging on the floor, and fell asleep on my foot.
Sam was supposed to be a hunting dog, trained for it, but somehow he preferred fishing.We went through the years happy to have each other. Every time I would mention “want to go fishing?” I was bathed in “Doggy” kisses.
He loved my new wife and the three of us were fishing friends for life!
Sam got cancer in the summer of 2007. I was heart broken when the vet said just make him comfortable. I slept with him on beside me watching him fade, untin the second of January 2008, he looked at me an wimpered, I think he was asking me to let go, so we went on that long, long journry to the vet.
His ashes are in my home, waiting for mine, and a day when we can
“Go fishing” again.
Until then Dear Friend, until then!
| Sam |