Sam
I miss sam, something awful. The best dog a boy could have. A cross collie, he had black fur, and a lovely gold trim.

Sam and I had many adventures. He would protect me completely and fearlessly. On the first night my parents brought me home from the hospital as a baby, he would not leave the room, and simply sat at the end of my parents bed, and waited, awake all night, apparently.

We went to Brighton one night, and stayed with my aunt. Cruella said that Sam had to sleep outside. I cried, and when cruella didnt give in, I made my parents drive all the way back to London. At 11pm at night. I was 3/4 years old.

He once attacked an alsation for barking at me. The alsation must have been twice his size. The alsation owner pulled em apart. Sam was fine, the alsation had a lovely claw mark, right across his snout.

Sam one day fell down the stairs, his back leg just missed one, and he fell, made me laugh, sam was fine.

Sam was a gentle dog, a lovely family dog. He attacked someone who came to our door. It was my friend's dad who came to pick me up. Friends Dad put his hand on my shoulder, so I could take the lead and go to the car where my friend was waiting. Sam must have thought he was attacking me, and went for him. I pulled sam off. Everyone was fine, Friends dad understood.

Sam had to be put to sleep. I'm blinking back tears just thinking about it. He had a hernia in his stomach, and it was postioned in such a away, it was blocking his intestinal passage. I watched him strain away for days. Stupid vet thought he was constipated. My dad took sam back to the vet, and made them do an x-ray to revel the hernia. They would have operated, but he would never have been the same. RIP, Sammy.
(drain_bamaged, Fri 8 Jun 2007, 13:55, Reply)