I lost my best friend yesterday. Sam, my golden retriever, was diagnosed with advanced lung cancer last month and he passed away yesterday.
I adopted Sam eight years ago from a rescue group that was reluctant to give him to me because he had "problems bonding with men." Sam had been returned to the shelter twice because he didn't want anything to do with with the male owner. Well, Sam came over to me at the meeting site, licked my hand, and we were best friends from then on. He followed me everywhere. He wanted to be with me no matter where I was.
Sam was a happy dog. He always had a smile on this face except when he was sleeping. He was super obedient. He didn't need to be a on a leash on walks because he was never more than a few steps away. He was always the first of my dogs to come home when called. He was always the first to greet me at the door.
My world will never be quite as bright as it was when Sam was a part of it.
I adopted Sam eight years ago from a rescue group that was reluctant to give him to me because he had "problems bonding with men." Sam had been returned to the shelter twice because he didn't want anything to do with with the male owner. Well, Sam came over to me at the meeting site, licked my hand, and we were best friends from then on. He followed me everywhere. He wanted to be with me no matter where I was.
Sam was a happy dog. He always had a smile on this face except when he was sleeping. He was super obedient. He didn't need to be a on a leash on walks because he was never more than a few steps away. He was always the first of my dogs to come home when called. He was always the first to greet me at the door.
My world will never be quite as bright as it was when Sam was a part of it.