Several weeks ago Sammie, who had been doing a good deal better since the weather had started to get warmer, became suddenly ill.
I don't even have the heart to describe how it all went down right now, but maybe someday I will.
On Wednesday, April 9th I made the decision to let him go. He was 14 and 1/2 years old - going on 15 in August.
I've had a very rough time with this one. In some ways it has been more difficult than losing Speedy. That is odd because Speedy and I were much, much closer, but in a lot of ways it makes sense, too. Sammie was our first dog and he was with us the longest. And Sammie was the last of our original crew - Sammie, Speedy, and Maddie Lynn. In a way, losing him really means they are all gone now. And losing him so soon after Speedy made it much, much more difficult.
I can't say he died too young - he really had lived out his life. But I'm still very upset by the whole thing.
Yesterday was Easter and I found that I just couldn't help thinking about this past Christmas. I really went all out to make it a nice Christmas for the dogs this last time. I got them presents to open and it was all just very nice. I did it up extra special for them because I knew Sammie and Speedy were getting older and I didn't know how many more Christmas's they would have left. I had no idea they would both be gone by Easter.
Within just 4 months we lost half of our dogs.
I just kept wishing that everything could be the way it was before this horrible, horrible winter.
So, it was a sad Easter, in spite of being an absolutely gorgeous day. I did take Tessa and Dean out to King's Gap and we had a really nice hike together. They both got a little ham at dinner time.
Life moves on and I am excited over the news of my coming-soon-puppy.
But I'm missing my black and white boys something awful.