Sam- a dear friend and a brave, honourable hound, has gone to the bridge today.
He suffered cruelly at the hands of his first owners. He was beaten so badly that he had permanent brain damage, he was starved and terribly sad when his Mummie found him in the kennels, pining slowly away for over a year, looked over again and again for younger, fitter, healthier dogs.
But my Aunty D, who became his Mummie knew he needed love, and she was bursting with love and patience and kindness and acceptance, and so she took him home and never had a cross word for him when he howled in the night or had an accident in the house, because she loved him for all he was, and was determined to give him othing but comfort and kindness for the rest of his life.
Sam put on some weight, learned to LOVE sausages and a scratch behind the ears. He learned to wag his tail and to relax and accept all the love he was given, and he gave love back as well, he had SUCH a big heart.
He was a very well liked hound, there are a lot of very sad people here today, we all knew how special he was, he was a truly excellent hound.
Run free, Sam, with your nose to the wind and a wag in your tail, and your little friend Rosie looking for you over the bridge.
Where there was Brut...there was Silver.
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