So, knowing that there was nothing that could be done at that point, and especially considering the fact that Sam was no longer able to walk, eat, or drink, Justin and I knew that Sam’s time had come. The vet and the technicians were all extremely kind to us and allowed us ample time to say our good-byes. When it was time to give her the first injection of anesthesia, I asked if Justin could cradle her in his arms because that was Sam’s favorite thing in the world. I also wanted Justin to hold her so that I could look Sam directly in the eyes and be near her face, the same way I had done with Lexie and Jocie when they passed.
Even though Justin and I were both very tearful, I smiled at Sam the whole time as she gazed into my eyes. Then, Sam gave me the most incredible gift. As we looked into each other’s eyes, mine dripping with tears, she moved her paw so that it touched my arm. She was trying to comfort me in the exact same way that she always had whenever I was upset.
The best example of this is another moment that I’ll never forget. After my husband (Sam’s father), Chris, had committed suicide in 2009, I had taken my three girls (Sam, Jocie, and Lexie) to live with me at my father’s house for a few weeks while I tried to decide whether or not I should continue living in that house or find another place to live. Sam was so upset by the whole ordeal that her fur had fallen out in large clumps along her back. She looked awful, and I knew that the best thing for her would be to take her back home because that’s where she is the most comfortable. That was actually a big part of the reason why I ultimately decided to move back into the house.
The first night that we were back in our house, Sam was the most relaxed I had seen her since before Chris died. She curled right up on the couch and immediately fell asleep. I, on the other hand, was feeling rather uneasy about being back in that house again, especially alone. So, I tried to distract myself by surfing the Internet on my laptop, but eventually I started crying. As soon as I did, Sam got up from where she had been laying comfortably, walked down to my end of the couch, sat beside me, and simply put her paw on my shoulder. I turned my head to look at her, and she just looked right back at me with those deeply soulful eyes without moving a muscle. I knew at that moment that I had made the right decision by moving back into our house, and I knew that Sam would help me get through the difficult readjustment period, which she did.
Sam was always the biggest comfort to me during the most difficult times in my life, and she provided that same comfort to me last Tuesday evening at the vet’s office when she touched my arm with her paw. It was as if she knew what was happening and wanted to help me get through it, just as she had helped me get through that first night back in the house. It was a moment that I will never forget for as long as I live. Sam was the most amazing, compassionate dog, and I already miss her so much.