Some beings are so lit up on the inside that they shine on their exterior. Sammy was like that. He would have been 18 years old today. I lost him on January 30th, 2020 right before the Coronavirus hit the world. We had just been running and playing together just the day before on Wednesday January 29th. Then he decided to just never wake up again on Thursday morning and was gone like the wind.
Sammy was the love of my life for 15 years. He was my little Budski. I had plans for him in our new life in Florida. But life had other plans and removed him from the picture. The morning he died was the second worst day of my life. But, worse than that, he lost his life. Only the death of Patrick was worse than Sammy’s death. And that’s only because of the way Patrick was killed.
In Sammy’s honor and all that I learned and experienced from him, I instilled all of that in my current Wolfpack of 7: Henry, Rocky, Lucky, BabyLady, Mookie, Polar Bear and Grasshopper. My whole pack knew Sammy very well other than Grasshopper. But, I tell stories of Sammy to Grasshopper all the time.
Happy 18th birthday Sammy. Not a day goes by where I don’t think about you. I wish that I could reverse that morning on January 30th, 2020. But, that’s just not possible. You shook up the world just like Muhammad Ali. The Wolfpack and I carry on now in your name and Patrick’s.
No lives will go in vain. No pain will go unnoticed. Amen. Scott Smith, Sammy and Patrick’s human dad and General to the greatest Wolfpack in the history of the world.
Sammy was such a little blessing to so many Scott. I loved him like my own. We enjoyed great times and friendship together because of Sammy. ❤️
He is missed but God took him the best possible way. No having to have him put to sleep. Such beautiful memories of a beautiful little soul😘
Thank you Karen. I really appreciate that. He is deeply missed.
You inspired me to get my Pomeranian, Charlie. I just couldn’t take my eyes off Sammy and would look up his FB page everyday just to see Sammy. I was deeply saddened for your loss. This is the only unfairest thing in life we cannot change. Dogs should live much longer and everyday I think about the dreadful day my Charlie will pass. He’s only eight years old, but I still think about it. The only consolation is you didn’t have to take that dreadful final ride to the vet. Sammy died on his terms. It’s still horrible, but please know that Sammy is around you. My friend is a gifted medium and rattled off all the dogs I had in my life. She described each and every one of them perfectly and even told stories that no one would know. You can talk to Sammy because he is still around.