Sam was 13 and a half when we had to make the trip to the vet's office. I'd put it off for several months. Sam was the best dog in the world. I held him while the vet administered the meds. I felt like a traitor. Sam would never have done the same thing to me no matter what. He was my loyal pup through thick and thin. He was always there for me, and sometimes my only friend. He stayed by my side during my bout with cancer. He was there when I had my nervous breakdown, and probably the only warm blooded animal who could/would tolerate me. He used to go into work with me. He knew the difference between Hardees and McDonalds, and preferred Hardee's biscuits for breakfast. He stayed by my side when my late husband was on a heart transplant list and was there to console me when he died. He was there when they carted my son off to prison. He was always there for me, even when there was no one else who cared or understood. I feel like a part of me died when I lost my best friend, Sam.

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Such a great loss for you, sending hugs and vibes. It is always heartbreaking and there's emptiness. Just always remember he was so thankful for having you and smiling to you up there.

please accept my condolence and sympathies, your dog will be in a safer place soon