Our precious baby Sam passed away March 11, 2008. Sam was such a special friend and companion to me. As I always would tell him, he was beautiful, smart, and so very sweet. All of the neighborhood loved him too. He seemingly knew what I would tell him as if he understood English – it was really amazing. Sam’s health started to deteriorate about 1-2 years ago – his hips (walking, getting up/down). On that fateful day, he did not care that my husband was cooking a steak for them to share – he usually would jump right up at be at his side while he cooked, but not that day. He had spent the afternoon in the yard lounging while my husband did yard work, but that day, afterwards, he went to his bed and laid down, and never got up again. His breathing was labored, and he couldn’t even wag his tail when I got home. He loved me as I loved him and always got up to see me. We knew the deal – as his tail wagged CONSTANTLY.
Quick story — one time when he was just about three years old, my husband called me downstairs. I knew it was dog-related, and thought “What, can’t you deal with whatever it is?” When I got downstairs, Sam had a tin can he (or probably his trouble-maker companion Ginger) dug out from the garbage, and the lid had not quite come off. It was stuck over his mouth (not his nose, he could breathe fine). We could not gently get it off, so we had to take him to the vet. Here he is at the vet, with a can lodged on his mouth, just happily wagging his tail, marking territory outside, etc., as if nothing was wrong. Too funny. He was precious, and I miss him so much every single day.
We used to take long walks in areas near our home, and once he found a baby rabbit. There were actually three babies, but he managed to catch one and gently had it in his mouth and dropped it in my hands. I used to say to Sam as I loved on him and pet him, “Who doesn’t love this baby?” He was just special beyond words.
If was awful saying bye to Sam and I torment myself on whether or not I comforted him enough at the end. The vet suspected he probably had cancer as well. He sniffed my face so incredibly thoroughly and I wondered (later) if he was trying to remember me? It makes me cry just thinking about it. I so hope I will meet Sam again – that would indeed be heaven for me.
So my baby Sam, know that Mama loves you and misses you and will never, ever forget you. Be at peace, and know you own a piece of my heart forever.
We love you baby,
| Sam |
| 11, Mar 2008 |
| Mama and P-Diddy |