This is Sam. He's had many names over the years. As a puppy he went by Sammie, as an adult he got the name Samson, and in his old age he was just Sam. I've had Sam since the summer between 7th and 8th grade, making him 15 years old now. This little dog has lived at every single home I've lived in, shared every bed, been there for me through every job I've ever had, every breakup I've gone through. He's slept between me and every boyfriend I've ever had for at least a month, until they earned his trust. Sam has made a lot of friends along the way, and it breaks my heart to watch them come through this week to say goodbye to him. He's had bladder cancer for over a year, so I've had time to prepare, or so I thought. How do I live without Sam? The thought of coming home to one dog greeting me is tearing me apart. I know I'll heal, and I'll get another dog for his brother, but this grief is unimaginable. Here's to you, Sam. The best boy. [link] [comments] |