Sweet, gentle, ever so loving boy. The first time I seen Sammy he was quietly sitting in a flower bed munching the beautiful blooms, ignoring his brothers and sisters, just content to enjoy his solitude. He never changed. Oh so gentle, never in your face, ever so regal, and always so happy. He never liked swimming, he never played fetch, he would so gently lay his head in our lap for a very unintrusive pat on the head, scrub behind the ear, a scratch on the back-side. He loved ice cubes as treats. He was our first boy, our first love.
We lost him to lymphoma just 5 days after his 9th birthday.