Over the past few days, we'd seen a serious decline in his health. He had developed tremors, which were getting worse. He had a cancerous tumor on his face, which had broken through the skin and was getting larger. He developed a horrible cough and couldn't keep food down. So, once again the decision had to be made. He was in pain and suffering, so I took him this morning to be put to sleep.
Wednesday, October 01, 2008
Back in August of 2005 we adopted a very sweet, adult cocker spaniel from a shelter. We were told he was between 5 and 7, but we're pretty sure he was much older. His name was Sam and he was Grace's dog. She decided he should be called Samuel Adams (it was canoe carnival time and that involves a lot of Sam Adams...and Coors Light...and Corona...and...) and that's what he became. Sam was a pain in the neck most of the time...he had to relearn a lot of things that he had forgotten with his previous owners. Important things like how to go to the bathroom outside and how not to steal food. He did pretty well with the first, but not so great with the second. But, we loved him anyway and he became a part of the family.