Today would have been Sam’s 27th birthday. He was born somewhere in Oklahoma — the date and location are a little fuzzy — so Allen and I settled on February 1, 1989. He was a sweet and loving little guy and I miss him every day.
One bark on “Happy Birthday, Sam”
My hair looks a little like his this morning, but I’m not as cute. Darling Sammy – I miss you, too.
My hair looks a little like his this morning, but I’m not as cute. Darling Sammy – I miss you, too.