Monday, July 18, 2011


This past weekend was a hard one for our family. Our sweet little Sammie somehow got into rat poison [we don't have any, so we're not sure how] and we had to put her down. It was the most heartbreaking thing, and I can't quite seem to stop the tears.

Probably one of the hardest things about the situation is that for $1500-$2000 we could have tried to save her. But she was really suffering and that kind of money is hard to justify, even for our beloved pet. I really don't like those kinds of moral dilemmas. I second guess myself every time I look outside and see Rosie all alone, whimpering because she misses her sister. They were two peas in a pod, they went together everywhere. They were never apart.

We're trying to remain optimistic that at least we still have sweet little Rosie, but the loss of Sammie still feels really huge. I know that there are many facing much more tragic things than losing a dog, but for our family, right now, the pain is real.

My last memory of her is those big brown eyes staring up at us as they put her gently to sleep.
I really, really miss her. So much.

I keep reminding myself something that a wise uncle told us,
"To take away the pain, you would have to take away the love."