Sammy’s life

Life was quiet for sammy. Well except for that time he decided to explore the neighborhood. He got out of the backyard gate and took a walk. It all got very confusing because the houses on my street had a flight of  stairs to the front door. I noticed him gone and went out the front door calling for him. There he was 10 doors down running up and down the stairs in a panic. There was a very large dog in the house barking his head off. Sammy was sure that was his house why was there a mean dog in it? He was shaking and so upset he never ever left the yard again with out me. Otherwise he had a quiet 6 years with his pack. I was dating a guy who traveled for months at a time and I was in nursing school. I had severe depression so stayed home except for work and school. My furry kids kept me going and working towards happiness. Once nursing school came to an end and that relationship,I met John. We had a crazy start but things went well. John had two kids and a dog of his own.  After a two years of spending alot of time together we moved into Johns house. Sammy’s pack was so big now he never was bored! He got to go up north to the lake and ride boats. He never had to look far to find a person. He had a big new doggie sister named Sparky. Sparky was an awesome leader and protector which suits Sammy’s follower personality just fine. I finally found paleo and crossfit which helped me out of my depression for the first time I can remember. Pooh was declining though and had dementia pretty bad for a few years. She ended up in diapers full time and was lost alot. At the same time she was always happy wagging and sniffing around. Sammy stopped looking up to pooh and snuggling her. He dealt with her loss well before she was physically gone. I didn’t take it so well I was at work when she went down. John couldn’t get ahold of me and took her in because she was unable to move and hardly breathing. I felt like I had let her down not being there. I also never had lost someone so close to my heart. I was in a pit of grief for a few months. She needed alot of care at the end and I didn’t know what to do with myself. I was constantly thinking about where she was for her pill or diaper change only to remember once again she was gone.