My dearest gentle Sam
, 9 years since you went to the bridge and I still miss you and think about you everyday. You were my black shadow, always close by my side, and my best friend, so in touch with what I was thinking and feeling.
You were only 10 years old when I had to let you go, but I couldn't let you carry on in pain.
I often take William to our old haunts in the New Forest and like to think that you're watching over us as William explores your favourite woods and chases the squirrels like you used to.
