RIP Samson
written @ 8:55 a.m. on 2001-12-19

My dad took Sam to the vet yesterday and he's not coming back (the dog, not the dad). Poor old Sam. He had grown so gray and lumpy; when he stopped eating and would just lay there and whine at us with pathetic eyes, we knew what we had to do. It's hard to euthanize a pet, I mean, we didn't kill grandma when she got old and couldn't move.

Man this year has sucked for my family.

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