July, 14, 2004. I had to put Sam to sleep. His kidneys were failing, and I couldn't afford the surgery to fix him. I feel awful. Even if I opted for the surgery there was no guarantee it would work, or the problem would reoccur. He would have to be on special food the rest of his life. He might suffer other problems because of it. He would be 6 on August 25th. I have cried everything I've come home because he's not there to welcome me. This sucks.
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Now that you know how to use pictures, I think you should post a picture in memory of Sam.
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