And there's a puppy.
My daughter went out and purchased this puppy, unbeknownst to me, 10 days after we lost our Sammy Boy. I love this dog now, but it was quite an adjustment getting used to a puppy after having a 13-year-old.
Here's my Sammy Boy's last days on earth with Keith. They were two peas in a pod. Sammy Boy couldn't walk very far as he had laryngeal paralysis, and so Keith used to sit with him out front for hours. Sammy Boy liked the fresh air, and he loved being with Keith. The fresh air helped him breathe better.
Everybody in the neighborhood knew Keith and Sammy Boy. They were a fixture.
