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Yesterday I got a phone call from my brother back in Australia. My beautiful little puppy Sam had been hit by a car and killed. Well, she isn't a puppy, but she was always my little puppy.
She was 4 years old. Apparently they were at the park, and she ran across the road and as most dogs do, she didn't look. A car hit her and that was it. Poor little thing. She was my pride and joy. When I was still in Oz, I'd take her everywhere with me. Whenever I went in the car, or walk, or out fishing, she came with me. Everybody loved here. She was such a good dog. Obviously being a Lab she was always full of energy, and you had to keep an eye on her. But to me she was my best mate.
I brought Sam way back in July of 2004, just as I brought my house, I brought my dog. That was my plan. And then i got this job over in Thailand, and I couldn't bring Sam with me. Well, I could, but I didn't want to put her through quarantine and that sort of shit. SO I left her in the care of my bro. Who has done a great job. The little kids (neices & nephew) loved Sam as their own. Hell, Had she lived longer, she would've become theirs eventually.
So Sam my little baby, Rest In Piece sweety. I'm gonna miss you......