In 2008, my husband passed in Feb. and I was in grift. My daughter called in April to see if I would "foster briefly" an AKC registered long-hair Dachusand 5 years of age who hated cats & was not "completely" potty trained. He came with a member of the Church where his deceased father had attended, and who unfortunately had three cats who had been living on the highest available piece of furniture. His name was Sam so kept that because my late husband would answer the phone "Sam's Bar & Grill" so thought there was a message in that name. Sam also ate the edge of a wool rug the first night and that is when I knew he also was not "cageable". Long - Long story: I was as stubborn as Sam so it took me 9 months to even make progress but I adopted him and he was my rock for 18 years. He is still with me every single day & night and always will be.
Story shared by Barnie Lee Esposito
