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Sampson 1997-2008

I had to put my golden retriever, Sampson, down yesterday.  Cancer caused his spleen to rupture and he had significant internal bleeding by the time we knew about it.  He didn't suffer.  In the end he went very quietly while I petted his face.  My dad and I were there at the end, so my dearest Sammy was with his owners and we were the last things he saw.

My life is a happier, fuller life because of Sam.  He was the most gentle, loyal and loving dog anyone could hope for.  He and his brother Barley were inseparable and shared 11 wonderful years together.

Sammy loved couches and comfy chairs.  He loved to walk in the sun.  He loved to run and play. He was the first one in line for a walk.  He loved to swim and even got to swim in the ocean once.  He loved to run and play in the Colorado snow.

Sammy lived in many great homes.  From his puppy days in Pinehurst, he joined the family and lived for several good years in Raleigh.  He also had nice yards in Fayetteville, Wilmington, Beaufort, Aspen, Carbondale and finally Chapel Hill.

Everyone who knew Sam loved him.  His gentle nature warmed everyone's hearts.  Those lucky enough to spend time with him know in their heart of hearts that they were in the presence one of the greatest and most loving dogs who ever lived.

Rest in peace dearest, sweetest Sampson.  Know that you were loved.  And know that you will always be missed.

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Unknown said…
I communicated with Sammy on a very special level---and enjoyed it!!! He was indeed very gentle and loving--and devoted. I miss his gentle handshakes that went on forever, and that famous "golden retriever Smile". Save me a spot near you in heaven

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