Our Poor Sam died a couple of weeks ago – he got a chest infection of some kind and had to be euthanased. A very sad day but I couldn’t see him in distress. It was sudden – he’d had a go at beau just that morning over a bowl of milk. he was a real personality right from puppyhood, so bumptious and dominant, but a mummy’s boy if he got a prickle in his paw or if it thundered. We did such a lot together – he’ll be sadly missed. He was 14 years 8 months.
