It breaks my heart to have to type this. Our beloved Sampson is on his way to the bridge.
My dad's ex, who had to take Sammy for him due to his home owners insurance, called this morning. Sampson could not get up all weekend. She had to lift and carry him to go potty, had to hand feed him to eat, and used her hands to cup water to him in order to drink. He gave her the look this morning and she knew. My dad is torn with this because this is Logans son. This was all that he had left of Logan. But he knows what is right and does not want him to suffer. Sampson is 12 years old and lived a wonderful life.
Sammy, fly on the wings of angels sweet boy. I will never forget you or the quirky way you would chase things that I could never see. We will all miss you.
Logan, take good care of your son for us, until we can all be with eachother once more. Show him the way, and that its not a bad place. Ease his fears. We miss you both.
Love you always.