God sent my sweet furbaby to me during a time when everything in the world was about to shut down due to Covid, and my anxiety was through the roof. She was truly a Godsend during these past five years.

My sweet Sam had been abandoned and left out in the cold—but not forgotten. God saw her, and He brought her into our lives so we could love and care for her. I thought I was rescuing her, but in so many ways, she rescued me. My little princess and brave soldier.

She faced illness with such grace and strength. It breaks my heart that I won’t get to see her tapping at the door with excitement when I come home. I won’t see her follow me around, sit beside me, or give me those signature side-eyes or loving, watchful gazes. I won’t get to watch her sleep like a little toddler—so cute and peaceful. We won’t get to play anymore, and I won’t get to wrap her in one more hug.

Making the decision to let her go was one of the hardest things I’ve ever had to do. Watching her pass away was even harder.

Sam, you will always be in my heart. Thank you for loving me, for being my comfort, and for walking with me through some of the hardest days of my life.

I love you forever, my Sammie girl.