Every time I read the posts about guys loosing their dogs i get alittle teary eyed. As i am typing I am in a full blown ball. And am not ashamed of it. When I went out to feed my girls this morning Sam did not come to her door and I knew it was not a good sign. She had passed on sometime over night. All seemed fine at 9 when I fed them. She was 10 but in excellent shape with no signs of anything wrong. I knew this day would come but never expected this. She was the one constant in my life. Thru 4 moves and a marraige/divorce she was the only thing that never let me down. I have some great memories of her that I hope never leave. She came from excellent bloodlines and showed it. A retrieving machine with a nose that wouldnt quit. Gus’s Slaughterhouse Samantha. And with her thats what it was. AKA Sam, Sammy, or wiggle butt cuz the tail never stopped. I love you and you are greatly missed already by so many. She touched everyone that met her. By her beauty and hunting abilities and the love she gave back. RIP you were the greatest ever to me.
February 17, 2011 at 1:45 pm
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