My 15 year-old puppy Samantha passed yesterday. She fought until the very end. She went to join her big sister, Gretchen, who we lost 3 years ago. I always felt bad because Samantha was in the hospital when we lost Gretchen, so when Sam came home, Gretchen was mysteriously gone. I feel like she must have always been confused about where she went. Samantha was very tough - I think the first picture captures that well - she ripped into that Christmas present like it was her job. In her final days she needed room service - as shown by the second picture. Poor girl. She was suffering at the end, but she lived a good life. We just all have to miss her forever now.
RIP.
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