Goodbye Sammy, Our Patriot Greyhound

Sadly, my wife Mary and I had to euthanize Sammy, our beloved 15 and a half year old greyhound. Due to his unusually large size, his former owner named him Samson. We called him Sammy. After Rush, our border collie and Puppy, our cocker spaniel died of old age, Mary said her next dog would be small enough to carry in her purse. Around 13 years ago, I was sitting on my sofa watching NFL football when I felt a presence in the room. Upon turning around, I was face to face with a huge dog with a cast on his broken hind leg. A vendor at the convention Mary attended was looking for homes for greyhounds who were retired from racing. If not adopted, the beautiful dogs could be euthanized. So much for Mary's plan for a dog to fit into her purse. I believe our pets come to us via divine assignment. Every pet we have had came to us through unexpected circumstances. Sammy was a gentle giant who loved people and socializing with other dogs. He would never fight another dog unless in self-defense.

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