Yesterday we had to put our 1 1/2 yearold dog Sam to sleep. Poor little Sammy had been viciously attacked by two other dogs in the early morning hours last Wednesday. Rob rushed him to the vet where he received excellent care for 5 days. His wounds were too grave and infection set in. We had to make the difficult decision yesterday to let him go in peace and not drag out his suffering any longer.
We rescued Sam from a litter of 13 puppies. His breed was undetermined. A little lab, a little boxer, a little this and that. He was riddled with worms and had to have two rounds of dewormer. As a puppy he loved to chew and jump and be a general nuisance. He never stayed at home, but would wander down the road to play with the neighbor's dog. He and Mack were always together. Lying together, rough-housing, playing hide-and-seek. So much so that Rob complained that we had wasted money having him neutered since he obviously wasn't interested in girls.
It was so hard to tell J.T. about Sam's death. He got this big bright-eyed, I'm-trying-so-hard-not-to-cry look on his face. Then it just all came out. We all cried together. The hardest thing to accept is that these dogs have attacked and killed before and the owners did nothing about it. We have called animal control and they have set a trap in an attempt to capture the culprits. We believe that the dog owners have already moved their dogs though.
More bad news. I have discovered we don't have a single picture of Sammy! I don't know how that happened. I hate that I don't have anything for the kids to remember him by. Perhaps we'll hang on to his collar.
1 year ago