Today almost a week after his embolism, causing paralysis in his lower extremities, we have made the most difficult decision to release Samson from this pain.
Thinking about the time Samson and I shared together over the 5 past years are truly spectacular. My little boy has seen me through college, several boyfriends, my 21st birthday and finally a big move away from home. I remember the day we rescued him in October 2007, he was supposed to be a cockapoo and had ears softer than velvet. I wasn't sure what I was going to name him, but I couldn't get Regina Spektor song 'Samson' out of my head and it just felt kind of perfect. While he took on a lot of nicknames over the years, Sam, Sammy, Monkey, Boobers, he will always be Samson to me and I will always sing his name in my head just like in the song.
As much as I want to write out a tribute to him with all of my favorite memories I just can't seem to bring myself to do it. It feels a little too real. These photos are from 2 weeks ago, the last time I saw him.
I'll leave this on a funny note. One of Samson's oddest tricks, his super sensitive face that contorts when tickled.