I got a phone call late last night from my sister saying that she was meeting mom and the emergency vet clinic and that Sam wasn't doing well. I had seen this coming. Our dear Sammy was 13 1/2 years old. In the past few months his arthritis had gotten pretty bad. He also was having accidents in the house. I went home in February after returning from Ireland and was prepared that this might be the last time I saw him. As the night progressed the vet got him out of distress and discovered his stomach had slipped. It could be corrected with surgery but was no guarantee how he would recover at his age. If it went uncorrected he would die. Mom then called me to say that she had made the decision that it was time to put him down. Her and Julie got to go in and say goodbye and mom held on to him as the vet gave him the injection. It is amazingly difficult to know that a part of your family is at the end of his life. I was 13 years old when we got Sam. He was attached to me from the beginning although my dad was his favorite. When dad died Sam grieved too. He layed on the bed and burrowed in my Dad's robe. He wandered the house looking for him for weeks. When I left to go to YWAM Sam used to talk to me on the phone (mom would put the phone up to his ear and he would growl/bark). When I bought my car, Sam got the first ride. When I would come home Sam would lay on top of me and sleep so he knew I wouldn't go anywhere without him knowing. Sam was there for most of the major milestones in my life. At 12:15 last night mom sent me the text "it's over he is gone..." and my heart sank to know my little brown and white buddy would not be around for anymore of my life's milestones.
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found this the other day. it's the song from Once in celtic...pretty cool
