Three Years

I just realized it was three years ago on March 7th that Sam was put to sleep. I've been thinking about him a lot lately. Sometimes Ryan reminds me of how Sam must have been as a young dog. I only had him as a mellow-er middle-senior aged dog but I bet he was a firecracker when he was younger. He was as happy and friendly as Ryan.

I miss Sam so much when I think about him but I rarely get that intense painful jabbing feeling that I used to get. It makes me really sad to think that if Sam had actually been 2 when I adopted him, like the shelter thought, then I'd probably still have him now.