Battle with Mast Cell tumors – In memory of Samantha, our gift from God!
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that noise?”
“I think she just threw up again.”
“What, has she been eating gravel?”
To me, it sounded like someone took a handful of pebbles and threw them across the floor of the van.
It was either at that moment or soon after that Sam died. When they rushed the gurney out to put her on, she was already gone.
There are adjustments to losing a much loved pet of almost nine years. We have to remember to lock our doors now when we leave the house. Something we didn’t have to do for all the time we had Sam. She provided more security than any dead bolt since her low, throaty growl could be very intimidating; just ask the man who came to do a city inspection of our home when we were thinking of selling. Sam was barely out of puppyhood when that happened and she didn’t hesitate to let the guy know she knew he was there and she wasn’t too happy
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