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There never was much hope-just a fool's hope. This stage of the journey ends.

This noon, we walked Samantha to the Rainbow Bridge. We held her and amid our tears, set her feet on the bridge. She fought the good fight but she knew and we knew it was to no avail.

She came into our lives almost five years ago, a middle aged castaway from Wayside Waifs. Over the time, our love and patience overcame the years of abuse and neglect she had endured. She was a truly gentle soul, loving small children, puppies and cats, yet disliking most other dogs. She loved to chase squirrels but always gave them a head start and recognized a truce when they drank from our bird bath. She wanted to go for rides but invariably became carsick. While time may heal some of the hurt, she will never dim from our memory.

Samantha won't be scared in thunderstorms anymore because she'll have a guardian in Gifford, our stalwart labrador retriever, who crossed the Bridge ten years ago.

We loved her and will miss her, Samantha was a good dog. No finer tribute can be said than that.

To all those who wished her well and offered prayers for her, we thank you from the bottom of our hearts.

OB & LSA