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March 09, 2007
My dog
A short while ago, I got the sad news that my family's dog had died. Her name was Samantha and she was a purebred Golden Retriever. She lived for over 12 years. She died of thyroid cancer. It's the first real pet that I've ever had in my life. I had Sam when I was back in high school, which seems like forever ago.
I remember her when she was a puppy. She was small and adorable. She had these huge paws. We had put a bow on her for Christmas one year, and I remember a picture of her attempting to chew on the bow and ribbon, despite the bow being about the size of her head. I used to take her on runs. I would strap on my rollerblades and just let her run wild. She would drag me when I couldn't keep up. While thankfully, we never needed her to protect us, I know that she would have done so without a moment's pause. Sam didn't like any serious horseplay going on in her house, and I remember she'd nip my ankles when my brothers and I would wrestle. She didn't like it, and she let us know. Samantha was a great dog and a great pet.
I take comfort in the fact that she did not suffer. She hardly had any medical problems throughout her life. Even a week before she died, she was outside playing in the snow. I am glad that she enjoyed a full and healthy life and that I got to have her for a pet.
It hasn't really hit me completely that Sam isn't around anymore. I am not sure if it will until I go home and she isn't there to greet and welcome me back to my house. It's just going to feel weird walking into the house and she won't be there.
Posted by Michael at March 9, 2007 05:36 PM