Now that the holidays are mostly done and the initial shock has worn off, we need to share the passing of our beautiful, sweet Sam, at 5:55am on 12/23. He spent the evening of 12/22 in distress, with us laying close to him, asking what he wanted and needed. Eventually, after many attempts to find an emergency vet who’d take us (note: harder to find than expected—apparently COVID hits every facet of our lives), we arrived, Sam in his red wagon, to our destination. They stabilized him, noting his various symptoms equated to a poor prognosis, which we’d already surmised. After stabilization and discussion, the decision was made to release our dear sweet Sam from his suffering.
Sam was #thebestdogever. Truly. From our first meeting, he was gentle, kind. It was unbelievable to us that he had been returned to PACC with the moniker “Nipper” because he never—not once—nipped at anyone, ever. Sam was the gentlest of souls. He ran with Rita, stopping patiently that one time she tripped over a speed hump, until both resumed. Sam loved visits at various coffee shops (saying hello to Alex at Starbucks, hanging at Crave). He always welcomed all humanity, and all animal beings.
Sam was trained as a therapy dog. Problem was, because he was such a friendly boy, he never passed his test (“Hi, how are you? Oh man, I blew the test! Oh well—that’s my new friend!?)
Sam was beautiful, hairy, loving, and thoroughly present to life, even as his light faded, as do all our lights over time. We were blessed to have this beautiful soul in our lives. We love and miss you, Sam, more than you can ever know. Namaste.
Sam was #thebestdogever. Truly. From our first meeting, he was gentle, kind. It was unbelievable to us that he had been returned to PACC with the moniker “Nipper” because he never—not once—nipped at anyone, ever. Sam was the gentlest of souls. He ran with Rita, stopping patiently that one time she tripped over a speed hump, until both resumed. Sam loved visits at various coffee shops (saying hello to Alex at Starbucks, hanging at Crave). He always welcomed all humanity, and all animal beings.
Sam was trained as a therapy dog. Problem was, because he was such a friendly boy, he never passed his test (“Hi, how are you? Oh man, I blew the test! Oh well—that’s my new friend!?)
Sam was beautiful, hairy, loving, and thoroughly present to life, even as his light faded, as do all our lights over time. We were blessed to have this beautiful soul in our lives. We love and miss you, Sam, more than you can ever know. Namaste.
I still miss her and our new dog could never take her place.