Sam's short life
by Kareen Beinhauer
I paid ten dollars for Sam. I didn't even want another dog, but when I saw him, I loved him. We bonded. Even though we I got him for my husband, he was my dog.
He was so smart. I never saw a dog who could catch a frisbee like that, or retrieve a golf ball in the dark.
I used to kiss him between the eyes. He had white-tipped ears and was beautiful.
He died in the jaws of a trap on the ranch we live on because the trapper did not check his traps regularly. Sam was found dead after being missing for 13 days.
I still grieve him almost a year later. I cherish the times when I dream about him. I never had a dog like him, and never will again. He was so special.
The good thing is that the traps are gone from the ranch, and if I have anything to do with it, they will never return.
I grieve thinking about how long it took im to give up and to know that we weren't coming for him. It will haunt me forever.