Sammy, You'll Be Missed

Unfortunately, this post isn't such a happy one. T (for therapist for you newcomers) sent out an e-mail this afternoon. Her doggy passed away yesterday after a strange SUV drove into her driveway, turned around and left Sammy injured. T's companion for the past 15 years died in her arms an hour later at the hospital.

I know I've never mentioned her when I've written about my sessions with T, but Sammy was there at all but one of my sessions this past year. She'd walk around the room, lay around on the carpet, or play with her toys while we talked. She always greeted me at the door when I came in and cheered me up whenever those sessions got too rough. Halfway into the hour, she'd stroll over to T's recliner so she could be scooped up in her arms and snuggle into that chair. She was one of the sweetest dogs I've ever met.

Oftentimes when I was too upset to talk or even look at T, I'd just focus on Sammy and kind of zone out. I'd watch her wiggle around on her back just begging for a tummy rub (left). Or she'd just sit there, hair all over her eyes, and listen. I think she, too, was a therapist in a previous life.

Rest in peace, Sammy. Tomorrow won't be the same without you.