In Loving Memory Of SAMANTHA

Picture of In Loving Memory Of  SAMANTHA, a female Dachshund

Photo Comments Sex: Female   Weight: 11-25 lbs

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Wilderbeast (husbands nickname for her) and Sweet Pea- my nickname for her

Doggie Dynamics:
not playfulvery playful

Quick Bio:

January 11th 1986

I would say her greatest passion was eating

Any type of flying insect buzzing around her head/face area

Favorite Toy:
She did not care for ANY toy, unless of course it could be ate

Favorite Food:
Anything that fell into the "food" category. Taste didn't matter.

Favorite Walk:
She would have said, "WALK?! Can't you carry me?"

Best Tricks:
Looking dead when she wasn't

This group pic was my first Dachshunds I ever owned. These guys here are what created my passion for the breed. They will all be in my heart forever. Samantha is the one in the rear center. On the left is Glo, her sister, the right is Shasta, her mother, and up front is Sidney, her brother. Her father, Muffin was in the pic too but you cannot see him. Due to divorce, the group was split up as my then husband loved them as much as I did. But even when he remarried, I still got the ones he kept for visitation. His new wife quickly became fond of them also. Samantha was the last survivor. I had to have her put to sleep 3 years ago due to heart failure. She was almost 17 years old. I will never forget that day or the heartache. Samantha only had 2 requirments in life- to be fed and to be let out to go to the bathroom. She did not care who met those requirments as long as it was done. Samantha had no favorite humans, did not like to be held for more than 2 minutes and I could never get her to stay on the couch with me. She preferred the floor or her doggy bed. The only sounds she ever made were the "feed me now" growl, the "let me out" growl, and the "let me in" bark. She walked around with her nose to the ground at a snails pace wether it was raining, snowing, 0 degrees, hurricane, anything. She was oblivious to it all! And oblivious to our standing at the back door shouting for her too! Vet said it was "selective hearing". She was one independent girl. Sometimes I felt that she didn't care if I existed or not. Yet I still had a strong bond to her. I was 19 years old when she was born. I was 36 when she died. She was with me thru many changes in my life. Marriage, divorce, children, etc... I may have not always known where life would lead me next, but I knew for sure that I had my Samantha. I guess that's where the bond formed. In the later years she became senile and didn't seem to really know us well anymore, not greeting us at the door anymore like she use to. It was sad. Medication helped a little. I prefer to remember her earlier days. I still miss her. On a brighter note, something funny she did. One afternoon my present husband and I returned home and Samantha had had a #2 accident on the carpet. Not far from the accident spot was a big bare spot in the carpet. Bald as can be. She had pulled up the carpet with her teeth and placed the fibers on top of the poo and had kept doing this until it was completely covered. All you saw was this fuzzy blue pile on the floor. I had never laughed so hard though hubby didn't think it was so funny! I will post more pics of her as I get them scanned onto my computer.

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