Mom called- told me he was acting strange and she was worried- and was getting ahold of the vet. I had a bad feeling, and rushed home from my school. And the bad feeling was confirmed.
Sam colicked pretty bad- twisted his small intestine up. Was absolutely covered head to foot in mud this morning- I take it from thrashing around on the ground all night. Vet took his heart rate- 104. Gave him 2 or 3 cc's of Xylaxine- and still he was uncomfortable and was moving around and in pain. Given his age- he turned 33 this month- we decided the best thing to do was euthanize him. Not an easy decision for us at all.
My dear, dear, wonderful old Sam. I will miss you so much. And it was hard for me to let go, but I had to. You didn't deserve to be in so much pain. But I can only imagine the wonderful place you are in now.
You are sleek and shiny and smooth again- so young and fresh. No more navicular, no more cushings or heart murmur, no more tumors, and who knows what else. You will never be hungry again, never feel old and hurting. There will never be pain again, my Sam. I can see you now, running and running in some meadow like you haven't done in years- and you'll never be tired again.
And so I will try and forget the horrible image thats just engraven in my mind- of your knees buckling and the aweful way your eyes looked when the light was finally gone. I will try and remember the lessons I taught on you that one summer, our rides through the snow, trying to
ride backwards, riding doubles even! I will remember how sweet and wonderf
ul you were, and
ul you were, and how at peace you will now forever be. 
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