Saturday Mourning (part 2)

Posted by – March 16, 2009

In 2003, I accompanied my mother to the residence of a woman who was selling her dog.  She had a two year old male Pomeranian that she thought would be better off with someone else since she lived in a small apartment.  (At least that was her story.)  My mother fell in love with the little dude and he came home with us that day.   She named him Sam.

Boy did he have a lot of energy!  He used to get himself all wound up and zip around the house with his tail scooching across the floor.  He’d have us laughing so hard we had tears in our eyes.  He was also a little backasswards.  He wouldn’t make a sound when someone knocked on the door or walked in but when someone left the house, the little ankle-biter would go nuts! He was a lot of fun and he was cute but he wasn’t the brightest bulb in the house.  LOL! 

Eventually, mom became a flight attendant and she was gone a lot so Sam and I became buddies.  When I moved I took him with me and eventually he became big brother to my other four-legged, hairy children.  Of course, Max was the only one he paid any attention to or played with but all of them knew Sam’s place in the house.

About ten years ago, the vet told us that Sam had an enlarged heart and would probably die within a year.  At that point he was put on three different medications and somewhat of a diet.  He did surprisingly well.  However, in the last year or so, he hasn’t been doing so well.  His hearing and eyesight had all but gone, he was bumping into things (which was kind of funny), and fell into the pool a few times.  We had to watch him all the time.

As I mentioned last time, when I deployed to Texas all four of my 4-legged, hairy little children were relocated to my mom’s house in South Florida.  I really don’t think this is what she signed up for though.  Sam took a turn for the worse and mom’s wasn’t sure about what to do about him.   I told her that he’d lived a heck of a lot longer than he was expected to and his quality of life wasn’t all that so she should do whatever she thought best.  I knew it would be difficult for her but I also knew she do the best thing.

Mom called me this morning and I could tell something was wrong but she opted to chat a bit before breaking down to tell me Sam was gone.  She took him to the vet and a specialty vet and they told her he was in pain.  They said they could operate on him for the eye absess he had but his kidneys were also failing and he would likely go into cardiac arrest if they operated.  She didn’t want him to be in pain and could see no reason to put him through any of the other so she made the decision to let him go.  I knew this one was much harder for her because Sam was her’s and worse, she had to make the decision to put him down. 

Sorry, again, that you’re having to deal with this mom.  Remember, you made the right decision.  For now, we’re in mourning for another of the four-legged, hairy children.  Goodbye Amish….. you will also be missed.

Sam
July 1991 - March 2009

 

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3 Comments on Saturday Mourning (part 2)

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  2. lildabster says:

    Thank you my friend.
    I told my moms “see, you wouldn’t have had to deal with this if you’d have let me put pillows over their heads before I was deployed”. LOL
    Right now the burden is hers. It won’t really hit me until I go home and they’re not there.
    Thanks again…

  3. I’m SO sorry to hear about Sam. I know how much you love and have loved all the critters and it is never easy to lose one of them, but to lose two so close together…I know that has to have been hard.

    Your mom has borne a hard part of this too. How fortunate you are that she was able to be the one you trusted with their care, knowing she would always put their well-being first.

    My heart, like yours, is sad for your loss.