When my brother and I had only had Sammie for a short while - maybe 2-3 months, another special dog came along. He had been abandoned outside in an ice storm to wander dirty, hungry and lonely around town. My brother, a neighbor friend and I rescued him, cleaned him up, fed him and delivered him to my mother's door so as not to have Sammie feel her new spot was in any jeopardy. That special dog is named Max. He has been a well-loved member of Mom's household and our family ever since. He, too, is aging now.
The positive influence Max and Sammie have had on our family cannot be overstated. When my grandmother got to a point in her age and health that she needed to live with my mother, Max became her loyal companion as well. Both of these rescued dogs have known when we needed comforting and companionship and have been there for us.
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