Thanks, everyone.

Samson is on his way. He didn't make it easy, but that's the way he did everything. He had to be sedated because he wasn't going to go without a fight.

We went for a walk last night and he got an extra portion of canned food. He was happy to go for a ride this morning.

I checked my adoption papers and found that he was 8 to 10 in 2000 when I brought him home. So we had 7 years. A pretty good run for a dog that was only going to live 6 or 7 weeks!

I took this today.