24/04/2019
Hi everyone. We have an appointment to put our sweet Sam down Wednesday. He has a huge tumor that is only growing. Sam is 16 and I didn't feel right about surgery, especially since we can visually see how widespread the cancer is.
We've done everything we could to make him comfortable in these final weeks. But the tumor (which is partially outside his body) is beginning to bleed off and on so it's only a matter of time before it hemorrhages. Antonella and I would appreciate your prayers and loving thoughts at this time.
Sam was extra special. I adopted him when he was 11 years-old after 10 years of looking for a rescue dog. When I saw Sam at the Petique rescue at Norterra, I knew instantly he was "the one."
He was so pathetic when we brought him home. He was skin and bones with fleas and ticks all over him. And he was exceptionally intimidated.
Sam's timing was impeccable. I found him right after I decided that rather than wait for a husband, that I was going to make my own happy home. That's exactly what Sam did!
One of my favorite things in the world is to see the pure joy of a dog with its head (safely!) out the window of a car. I encouraged Sam to do this for years but he was so timid! Finally he did it a few weeks ago for the first time and of course, he loved it! And the people in the next car went crazy when they saw how cute he was!
Sam knew how adorable he was. People would gush when they saw him, but if someone did not stop to pet him, he would look at me like, "What's wrong with this one?" And he ate it all up... he would even stop for cars in the street in hope they would get out and pet him. His big heart was perpetually in search of more friends.
I think my favorite memories of Sam were hiking. He lived for that. But also the time David put him in time out and when Sam was let out, he marched straight to David and moaned/spoke to him in a very human way.
Saddest memory, besides today, was when he cried upon my return from a month long trip.
God told me I would put Sam down "in 10 days" and I didn't believe it because we thought he could go another few months. Then I had a vision in meditation last Thursday (still before we knew) that my Godmother Antonella Amato would look after him. I saw him walk across a rainbow bridge to her! I am getting the chills as I write this. I realize some of you don't believe animals go to heaven. And I can't promise they all do, but I am 100% positive Sam will.
Everything is energy. I know this as I have seen it. Now it's time for me to put the knowledge into play. Sam told me his sign will be a paw print. I will hold him in my heart where I access my most prized things. Writing this out is helping me. Thanks for listening.