Battle with Mast Cell tumors – In memory of Samantha, our gift from God!
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about it. This big, burly guy froze like a statue when he heard Sam’s “rumbling thunder”. Didn’t even turn his head, he just looked at me from the corner of his eye and asked with a slight quiver, “What was THAT?“
We miss that long-furred baseball bat of a tail thumping against the floor when we mentioned her name or when I would sing some of my silly songs about her.
Three-legged dogs make a distinctive sound when they go up and down steps, or just hopping down the hallway to get to the water dish. We miss that, too.
Most of all, we miss needing to use both arms to hug a big, warm and furry pup that shared our lives for almost nine years.
The picture in the middle at the top of the page is the artwork proof for Sam’s black granite memorial stone. She truly was our wonderful gift from God and it was important to us to have that
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