It's been two years since my Samson died, and my whole family is still shaken up. He literally died in my arms an hour before we wore going to take him to get p

It's been two years since my Samson died, and my whole family is still shaken up. He literally died in my arms an hour before we wore going to take him to get put to sleep. He had a tumor around his heart that was causing fluid to build up around the heart. He basically suffocated with his lungs working perfectly, his wheezing in that last hour still haunts me. And he was such a good dog. "Obedient" doesn't do him justice: he actively tried to please us. He'd learn cues from us about our routines, and we'd train him without even realizing it. Like how he could lay in the bed with my Dad before my Mom came in and was ready to go to sleep, then she would nudge him off the bed. Within a month of this routine, he would just get off the bed on his own when he heard my Mom finish brushing her teeth, no matter how tired he was. And he had a special love for kittens, which we had in the house a lot because we provided foster care for cats, and he doted on them like a proud parent. Rest in peace, boy