Sami Dog. Our little Sami Dog concludes his life this last day of 2008.
God brought the little chihuahua and poodle mix dog into our lives when I was about 17 years old. He was very tiny. We have a picture somewhere of the tiny black dog dragging a donut around. The donut was just slightly smaller than the puppy.
I loved Sami. He slept with me in those days. Then, I left for college and my mother became Sami's "mommy". He still knew me and loved me; he was excited when I came home for school breaks.
Sami became my mother's dear friend the past five years. Three of the five kids have grown out of the home. There were periods of time where there were no kids home, and Sami became "a kid". When I visited home, I watched Sami follow my mother from room to room. He might as well have been talking to her with his expressive eyes that communicated so much.
This morning, among my emails, I read that Sami's life will come to an end today. He has been sick with arthritis for some time. The vet recommended putting him "to sleep" several months ago and my parents have not had the heart to do it. According to my mother's sad email, Sami has been suffering more and more from the pain in his little body. My parents love their old dog enough to end his painful suffering.
Sigh. And so, I cry. I cry for a dog I haven't seen since August. A dog I see maybe once a year. I cry for a dog I once snuggled with every night. I cry for a dog who barks when you say "HELLO!" to the air even though no one is at the door. I cry for a dog who brings his mouth full of food into the room where all the humans are so that he can eat with everyone else. I cry for my Sami Dog.
I do not know if dogs go to heaven, but I sure do hope so. To comfort myself, I will hold to the hope that God has a special place for those family dogs who bring us so much love and pleasure.
Sami, I love you, silly dog! Thank you for being my friend. We love you. Good-bye.