Likes: Chest and belly rubs. Chasing squirrels. Barking. Rides in the car. Sleeping with mommy.
Pet-Peeves: squirrels, doorbells (even on t.v.), someone knocking on the door, strangers. AND he HATES being referred to as a "MUTT" because he is NOT a mutt.
Favorite Toy: His big red pacifier, his squeaky ball, and his brother Skeeter.
Favorite Food: ANYTHING that doesn't eat him first.
Favorite Walk: ANYWHERE that requires a leash
Best Tricks: Making food disappear. Knowing when he gets to go out the front door it means he's going bye-bye--he goes straight to the car. Has learned the difference between "down" and "move".
Arrival Story: A lady had a box full of puppies in her pick up truck and was giving them away. I went over "just to look" and fell in love with one little brown puppy who looked like he was reaching for me. It was literally love at first sight for both of us.
Bio: I'm Sammy a.k.a. SamBo, & Bobie. My sister tried to call me Bobert, but my mom said that was a stupid name and I'm GLAD about that. My days are spent mainly indoors where I lounge around on the floor, couch or moms bed. I like chasing squirrels and barking at people. I'm scared of thunder but I know a German Shepard who is too so don't say anything to me about my fears until you deal with the Shepard about his.
My full name is Samson Joseph, but RARELY is that name used because I'm a very good boy and love pleasing people.
Sammy went to the Rainbow Bridge today, April 21, 2015. He very quickly developed a mass on his spleen and a heart murmur. He was in pain, groaning and moaning for a few days. Vomiting yesterday. Not eating or drinking today. Took him to the vet at 4:30 and he was gone by 5:00. OMG IT HURTS!!!!
Forums Motto: Life can't get any better than this!!!!
Sammy started grunting over the weekend of April 18. Just an occasional grunt, then a groan. It wasn't constant, but we knew he wasn't feeling very well. On that Monday, April 20, 2015, he vomited and when he did he made a sound that was almost like he was screaming. My husband and I took him to the vet the next day thinking Sam had a stomach virus, but the vet found a heart murmur (no big deal and could be handled with medication) but then he found a HUGE tumor/mass on Sammy's spleen. Another vet came in and also examined Sam and found the same thing.
My husband wanted to do surgery, and the vet said he could BUT with Sammy's heart and age (almost 12) he more than likely would not make it through the surgery and even if he did his time was short. I knew he was in pain because he just was NOT acting like my Bobie. His eyes were cloudy, his nose was warm and he wouldn't come to me when I called. He ALWAYS came to me when he was asked to----ALWAYS, even when he knew he was getting a bath, lol.
So, there in the vets office I picked up Sam's noble head and I looked him in the eye and I asked, "Sammy, are you ready to go? Are you hurting so bad that the Bridge is the place you would rather be?" and I SWEAR to you that for just a couple of seconds his eyes got bright and clear. I KNEW what we had to do. I sobbed and held his head close to me as the vet left the room to give us time alone with Sammy. I kept kissing his head and nose and telling him "I'm so sorry. I love you so much!!" Then he came back in with a tranquilizer; Sammy didn't even flinch when the vet gave it to him. I could not watch him go, but my husband stayed with him and he told me that it was very easy and very fast. The vet gave us the hair he had to shave off of Sammy's paw to inset the IV to administer the drugs that would take him over the Bridge.
I miss my Big Boy so much!!!! We got him when he was 8 or 9 weeks old from someone giving away puppies on the Wal-Mart parking lot. He was half Lab and half Beagle. He NEVER EVER licked a human being; not once. He never played rough, not even as a puppy. He NEVER bit anyone and only once snapped at another dog. He was the most gentle of souls. He could catch food that was tossed to him-------RARELY missing. That was his one and only trick, lol. He loved to be petted on his chest; he could sit for hours letting us rub his chest. He didn't like being brushed, but he didn't mind being shaved in the summer. He has a super thick undercoat and he shed BAD, but he was still a house dog. He was part of our family. I called myself "Mom" to him. He was my boy; always by my side. I miss him.
It's never easy letting our fur babies go, but when they are in pain, and when you have two veterinarians telling you that your baby isn't going to make it through surgery OR if they do their quality of life won't be good and they won't have long, then it's time to let them go. I have so many fur babies waiting on me at the Bridge; some I have had to send on, some have gone without help. It's never easy.
Our three girls miss their Sammy. Maddie used to use Sammy as a trampoline when she was a puppy; he never got upset with her. She also used him as a chew toy and would pester him until he chased her all over the house (he weighed 70 lbs, she weighs 18 pounds). She slept by him and now she is lost without him. The other two girls are doing ok, but Maddie misses her big brother A LOT and hasn't eaten much in the two weeks he's been gone. I plan to call the vet tomorrow and see what I can do to reassure her that life is ok.
I have made up my mind that I will not have any more babies after this. It's too hard on my heart when they have to leave. I will love my girls, Maddie, Miley and Sadie, until they too, go to the Bridge, but then I'm done. I just can't do this anymore.
If you pray, please pray for our family. It's been a really rough time for us. Thank you.
I AM SO MAD AT MY MOTHER!!!!
Today she innocently brought out my leash and said in her sweetest voice, "Hey Sam, wanna go for a ride?" Well, I LOVE to go on car rides and I was READY to go. I lept into the van and took my seat and Mom got in and away we went. Ahhhhhhhhhhh, she turned on the air conditioner and it was FUN. BUT THEN, I noticed familiar territory; familiar in a not so good way. We were at the GROOMER. I couldn't figure out why. I mean, Mom has been brushing me almost every day and getting TONS of hair out of me. She keeps telling me she could stuff pillows with the amout of fur she gets out of me.
I knew we could not be at the groomer for me because of all the combing and brushing Mom has been doing so I wasn't worried when we got out of the car. I peed on the bushes like I always do and then pranced inside the door. Mom was surprised I went in so easy, but like I said, I wasn't worried. BUT THEN, here came the groomer lady and SHE TOOK MY LEASH FROM MOM!! She said, "Sammy, come on back." I turned and looked at Mom with my biggest, saddest puppy eyes, begging her not to leave me, but she just petted my head, gave me a kiss on the nose and said, "I'll see you later, Big Boy." and she left me there!!!!
I was given a bath and then the groomer lady shaved me. YES, SHAVED ME. I have no fur left. I am naked. I was humiliated in front of the groomer lady and in front of another Lab that was there so I growled at him just to let him know that he better not be making fun of me. Then Mom came to get me and when she saw me she said, "Awwwwwwwwwwwwww, Sammy, you look like a puppy. You are SO CUTE!!" and she kissed me and hugged me. I was mad at her so I shook real hard and little teeny tiny hairs flew all over Mom and made her sneeze. (Serves her right for taking me to the groomer without even asking me if I wanted to go.) She laughed at me and petted me and told the groomer lady what a wonderful job she did and how beautiful I look and how much she LOVES my "puppy look". Then they stood there discussing how cute I am when I am bald. I just wanted to go HOME.
Then when we finally got home the ultimate humiliation took place. Maddie did not recognize me and barked and growled at me for several minutes while my MOTHER stood there laughing. It was NOT funny!!!!
Next time, I swear to the heavens above that I will HIDE when Mom gets out the leash.