We lost our dog, Samson, on Monday February 4th. He was 16 years old. My husband had him since he was a sweet puppy of 6 weeks old. Needless to say there were a lot of tears shed around here on Monday. We knew he was sick and was dying and we did our best to keep him comfortable over the last week. He slept in the house the last week much against his will. He hated being in the house. Finally on Sunday night he was so fiesty and seemed so much better that I let him out. I checked on him a few times on Monday to find him sleeping most of the day either in the sun or in his doghouse. I went to do some errand and came back to find him laying against the house. He looked as if he had fell over in mid stride coming up a well worn path he had made around the backyard over the last few years. He was our sweet old man and we miss him terribly already. I can't quite bring myself to take him out of the Marett graphic at the top yet. It will come in time I guess.
Nothing much else has happened around here since our last post. We've had a couple of snow storms and an ice storm but nothing worth getting out of the house to take pictures for. Ha! We are basically in hibernation mode until Spring when the races start. We are just not Winter people.
I've gotten quite a bit done on the craft front and will try to take pictures of it all tonight.
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I'm so sorry to hear that you lost a family member, my heart goes out to both of you. Over my life I've had very dear 4 legged friends, their really family just like children. As each has passed, having been with me for many years, I've had a very difficult time adjusting to their not being there. My mother passed out of my life this past December and I've had a difficult time adjusting, but no more than the passing of a beloved 4 legged family member that may have share my bed since they were just a few weeks old. I'm so sorry.
Posted by: Jan Kydd | May 08, 2008 at 04:25 PM
I was flipping through and found your page. So sorry about Samson. I had a Katie that looked just like him. I think she was about 14, not sure. She wanted to be outside all the time too but due to the heat in
Florida, we would only let be outside for a short time during the day.
At night though, she watched for the racoons that had already eaten all the fish in the pond. Anyway, one afternoon in May, I found her by the pool, just where she always wanted to be. I feel your pain but you should get another puppy. We got a rescue puppy from PetFinder.com that was found under a trailer in Savannah, GA. Her name is Izzadora, Izzy for short and you should see her swim. Good luck in finding a new pal.
Posted by: Jeanette | August 07, 2009 at 01:25 PM
This is a very touching, If I only could have had an idea I wish I had readthe material on here sooner. Thanks sharing everything this is a very nice blog
Posted by: olique estefan | September 01, 2009 at 09:27 PM
This is very touching story ... me too lost my puppy...
Posted by: BPM,Brisbane | January 27, 2010 at 07:39 AM
aw, i remember when my dachshund died in an illness, i always cry when i remember, so sad.
-manny
Posted by: blue ridge mountain homes | April 01, 2010 at 03:03 AM