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My mother's sweet Boxer, Sammie, had to be put down yesterday due to the back problems that are typical for larger dogs. She is heartbroken of course, but she also remembers all of the silliness that they have shared together over the past four years.
Waking up in the morning, with hot breath on your face and giant brown eyes looking into yours became the agreed upon wakeup call. The rituals continued from there as to when, why, where, and what. Disruptions to the rituals would get Sammy into attempting *serious* distractions. If mom and I had been on the phone a tad too long for Sammy's liking, he would bark a major emergency concerning the front yard. Mom and Sammy had a very small war going on when Sam would drag his bed into mom's room so he could sleep in the same room with her. Mom pretended not to notice most of the time.
Some of their rituals involved habits my father had before passing. Ice cream at mid afternoon was a necessity for dad and it became a ritual for mom and dog.
Sammy was unique in so many ways and so devoted to my parents for being rescued and loved.
I recommend that anyone looking for a pet, first consider rescue dogs.
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