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Samantha's Pals for Pugs
Molly Coffman
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Field of Dreams
Samantha, who found her way into the care of rescue,
arrived with a host of medical problems that had been
left without proper medical care over her short life of
five years.
Even though the world had treated her in such a
disgusting manner, she was always ready to slobber you
with kisses. The first thing I noticed about this little
girl was her zest for life.
She was so happy to be out in the yard, just enjoying
freedom at it’s finest. During the short time that she
lived with us, I always took great pleasure in watching
her run free, never seeming to worry about what the next
moment would bring. She would run like the wind. The
breeze flowing across her face, forcing her upper lip to
show her teeth. She looked like she had on the smile of
someone who had just won the Olympic gold medal. I
remember lying down to take a nap just the other day.
Sammie came over and sat beside my head. I looked at her
and just knew she wanted her share of the pillow, so I
slid over and offered her half. She crawled in and
pushed her back against my chest. Positioned her head so
that it was just right and let out a sigh as she fell
fast asleep. I don’t think I ever fell asleep while she
was lying there. Watching her as she dreamt, it all
became so very clear. Life is what you make of it.
Sammie had no luxuries to call her own. Her life was
full as far as she was concerned. A bowl of food when
she was hungry. A place to run around and play Friends
that loved her for who she was and a soft bed to lay her
head when she was tired.
Tonight, in the light of the setting Sun. I will pay a
visit to that place where my friends of the past now
live. Friends that have made their journey to the land
of cures. The land where the crippled run. The land
where the suffering have no pain. The land where I know
I will choose to live out my eternity, when it is my
time to move on. Tonight, I will visit The Field of
Dreams.
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