We called him Samson. He was a good dog; hyperactive, but a good dog. We should have known he was different from the start. He was the only puppy eating flowers out of the flower bed instead of playing on the grass like the other dogs. Nonetheless, he was our one and only dog and so he shall always have a tender spot in our hearts. We found out he had cancer in his leg and so it was necessary that we put him down to avoid a slow painful death. So over the break Staci, my dad, and I took him out to the vet and gave our final farewells. It was especially hard because he was so happy to see us and it seemed as nothing was wrong with him. He lived a good life though and was about 10 years old. And now a few memories with Samson:
Staci and I got him when I was about 14. We had to walk him everyday because he spent most of his day in the kennel. He was such a ball of energy that he just pulled us around town. I got sick of hearing "you walkin' that dog or is he walkin' you."
He would escape a lot and we would have to chase him down in the Station wagon.
I think I attempted to take him running once but he swept my feet right out from under me and I fell to the ground. That was the end of that.
Staci had him on his leash to take him to the vet. It was icy and cold. Samson took off, Staci slipped and he dragged her along main street. Unfortunately I didn't see this, I only hear the legend retold.
4 comments:
Oh man, I hope their are more people out there that have knocked your feet out from under you besides me and your dog.
Awww - Samson. I, too, have a soft spot for Mr. Samson as well. I was also able to experience the dog-walking-me-around-the-block thing. Jason and I attempted to take him a few times. It was scary, and crazy, and I know Samson loved every second of it. :o)
Sad, but to be honest, I forgot that you even had a dog. Weird. It's been that long. It's still so sad to lose your pet, though. Hope you're coping with the loss.
Thank goodness he was able to live life with a strong name and not a wimpy one like "Toby". I'm glad he is warm up in heaven and not freezing cold out in his kennel.
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