I pulled Nora into my office today, which is more or less the equivalent of Christmas Day here in Spain, and told her that I had some sad news. When I told her that Sam had died, she understood immediately, and the corners of her mouth fell like stones, nearly breaking my heart. Before she could think about it more, I hugged her and sent her back to watch cartoons.
On our most recent visit to the States, Sam was very good with Ian, tolerating quite a lot of abuse and persecution. Whether he remembers or not (he won’t), Sam helped give Ian his love of canines.
I’m pretty certain that I will never look upon another westie – and there are several in my town that I see each week – without thinking of Sam. He was a good dog.
After dinner today, which Nora didn’t really eat, she went straight to the sofa, eyes filled with tears, picked up her LeapPad™ (like an iPad for kids), and drew these, damn near shattering my heart again.
I had no idea she could draw so well, especially on such a crude device.
The hearts and paws and flowers are obviously in-app stamps, but the likeness is her work.
And now for some actual photos…
Always ready to travel.
Or for a close up for a human brother with a new camera.
With my mother and me.
Napping with Nora
Video of said nap.
With a very young lad back in 1999. Good night, sweet Sam. R.I.P.