Bye Sammy 

My brother texted me this morning and let me know that they had to put our dog Sammy to sleep. Sammy had gotten up there (I don't remember when we got her, but she was at least 11 or 12 years old). She couldn't get around as well any more, had trouble making it up and down stairs, and I think age just caught up with her.

She was a really good dog.

(Sammy, Christmas 1999)

(Sammy, getting chased around the yard by Rylee, in '08)