Quite a few of our friends have remarked on how well we get along. Sammy was nearly 3 years old, when mama found me on the shoulder of a busy street.....v-e-t said I couldn't be more than a week to ten days old.
Mama really worried about how Sammy would accept me, so for my safety she fixed me a nice comfy little bed in a box and kept me closed in a room by myself for a while. Sammy spent most of his time laying on the floor just outside my door. So as soon as I was able get around a little, mama would let Sammy and I spend time together.
To make a long story short, Sammy fell immediately in love with me, and we have spent most of our time together ever since....mama says Sammy "mothered" me, but I looked at him as more of a father figure....and since adulthood, I have looked on him as my best bud.
It's been a wonderful 9 years for me, and I am so thankful for Sammy and Mama and our home.
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