Thoughts and prayers needed for my mom

she just called to tell me that they are on their way back from having her AmStaff Sam put to sleep.
She got him in 1995 when he was 9 months old from a city pound. No one else wanted him because he had lived on the streets and was a "Pit Bull"
But she met him at a PetCo adoption day and brought him home a few days later for $100 and a bag of dog food. We all thought she was crazy, but she was right about him. He was a sweet heart that welcomed everyone into the home, but also protected us when needed. He was her constant companion. He was the reason she got up from bed after she lost her job.

He was diagnosed with cancer of the liver towards the end of last year and was only given a few months to live. We didnt think he would make it through the holidays. But in true tenacious pit bull fashion he did.

He was my brother more than just the family dog. I trusted him with my daughter from the minute she was born. More than I trusted and still trust my own Border Collie.

Everyone on the street and in the town knows Sam and my mom as they took walks daily and he rode shotgun around town, to the donut shop, the bank drive up, the gas station, to the sprinng and the local parks.

We just visited him last weekend. She made no mention to his health further declining when I spoke with her last night. So he must have taken a turn for the worst over night and into this morning. She was with him when he went. Comforted and loved til the very end. He will be missed greatly and there will never be another Sam. He was truly a unique ambassador for the breed.

Run and play pain free my brother. I love you