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Thursday, February 05, 2009
The Streets Are Paved With Bacon
Sam and a "hat". It's actually a rubber ball that he chewed until it was half gone.
Sammers sleeping in the sun on the back of our Transformations chair
Sam and his fifty pound minion, Maggie
We had to put Sam to sleep this morning. It was really peaceful and the vet said we did the right thing by him. He had what the vet called a non-regenerative anemia. Basically, his body was no longer producing red blood cells. What happened was, he was bleeding someplace (the vet thought partially through his tumors, but also someplace internally), and his body stopped replacing his red blood cells. So, we had to say good-bye. It was terrible. My eyes are so swollen I can hardly see. But, regardless of how I feel, Sam is God's creature and now he's in God's place. I'm sure where Sam is, the streets are paved with bacon, and fenced with rawhides. And I'm willing to bet there's lots of places for adventures. Because a dog like Sam would like a good adventure. Preferably one that ends in a wild chase where his ears lay flat back against his little head to give him better aerodynamics (I'm sure he's thought that through). Yup, that's where Sam is. So, in loving memory of Sam, I'm going to end this post with a few Sammisms that I'm going to miss (some maybe more than others - lol).
Sammism #1: Howling at the sound of sirens (he will still practicing this the other night, so no matter how little energy he had, he could still muster up enough to howl at sirens).
Sammism #2: Sitting on everyone's lap (Sam knew no strangers. I really admired that about him. He was the most social creature I had ever met).
Sammism #3: Being bossy (let's just say... Sam typically got what Sam wanted)
Sammism #4: Sunbathing (Sam was known to sleep for hours out in the hot summer sun, belly up)
Sammism #5: Getting the squeakers out (even until he started getting really sick, Sam was ferocious and did NOT put up with squeaking toys. He could tear the squeaker out of a toy in 30 seconds flat - no joke)
Sammism #6: Out-smarting us (I mean, he was a Jack Russel after all, of COURSE he can out-smart several humans at a time)
Sammism #7: Out-smarting his Kong (somehow Sam learned that if he licked all the gooey stuff out of his Kong, he could put it on a hard surface, spin it, and use centrifugal force to get all the hard treats to come flying out)
Sammism #8: Two things Sam hated, squeakers and being cold (Sam would wrap himself up like a mummy in his blankets until he nearly died of heat exhaustion, he especially like fur blankets)
Sammism #9: He liked music (sometimes I would play the piano or put on opera music and Sam would lay there completely mesmerized)
Sammism #10: He was sweet (every time I was going through something, he curl up in a ball and snuggle with me)
Good night, Sam. Eat lots of bacon. I'll see you later.
7 Comments:
Bye Samster. I've always been a big fan.
I'm really going to miss him.
I'm so sorry to hear about Sam. The passing of a pet is the passing of a family member. I had to put our dog down in October. I can practically feel the puffiness in your eyes. I wish there was a way to make the heartache disappear, but God will give you peace and focus on good memories. So cheers to Sammers in his bacon and rawhide paradise. It's next door to Bobo's paradise of pastures of steaks and squirrels to chase. :)
I'm not a pet-lover, but this post has me choked up. It is very clear that Sam meant a lot to you and was a big part of your family. I am really sorry for your loss, Julie. :( Seems it was therapeutic for you to do this post? :)
Nichole
Oh Julie, this too chokes me up. I'm so sad for you. I hope you're doing ok.
Ah Jules, I'm so sorry that you're sad. Of course, perhaps I shouldn't be too sorry because obviously you wouldn't be so sad if you hadn't been so in love and I'm pretty sure you wouldn't take that back just so you could avoid being sad. So... I guess I'm sorry that the good times couldn't just go on forever. I hope it's really true that you'll see Sam again.
i'm so sorry, julie. :(
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