Sammy "sam man or monkey man" Engbrock
by Michelle Engbrock
My little Sam was 10 years old when he went to the Rainbow Bridge on 12/27/12. He had such a good life with us!!!
We adopted him when he was 18 months old from Diamond Dachshunds in Kerville Texas. We had just lost our baby weiner dog who was only 2 from a rare blood disorder. So we were in search for another long haired weiner dog to help my lonely weiner dog start a new without her sister. That is when we found Sammy.
From what we were told he had a rough start in life, bounced around to 5 different homes and some abuse was given to him. We decided to give him a chance and see if we would be able to make a difference in his life. He came home with us and wasn't quite sure what to think of this loving and nurturing family! He had never had someone hold him or let him sleep in mom and dad's bed. How cool was that!!!
We had to teach him how to be a weiner dog--one that sleeps in mom and dads bed and gets lots of toys and love! So needless to say it took awhile for him to show us his personality, but we were willing to wait because his big brown eyes said it all...I really am a loving and wonderful dog, wait and see.
Boy once he became comfortable with his new home and surroundings and sister, he let it all loose! Playful and extremely loving, especially to mom! His favorite thing to do is to wake me up at 5am sharp letting me know it was time for breakfast, even on the weekend. So I would drag my body out of bed to make sure he got what he wanted, but do you think that satisfied him? Nope, breakfast done, now I need a treat, and he'd pounce on me with all he had to let me know...get up, Im not done yet!!! And he loved to play with his sister and her toys, stealing them away from her!
But in December, christmas eve of 2010 he started urinating blood....Big scarey, so off to the emergency clinic and it was revealed he not only had a major urinary tract infection, but a mass on his prostrate. That was to be only explored after the holidays! After the holiday season we explored this mass and was told it was cancer. The cancer doctor at that time gave him only 6 weeks to live! I was devestated! How could this stuff attack my sweet little boy!!
Well I did a lot of research on prostrate cancer and decided we couldn't afford the chemo for him, but we put him an massive antibiotics to keep away the urinary tract infections and put him on a grain free diet. Would you believe he trived!!! It was working for us! 6 weeks went by, then 6 months and then we made it to the first year! Wow, the vet was impressed and couldn't understand how this could be. Love can do wonders! So we continued what we were doing and all was well until October of 2012. My baby started showing signs of getting sick again, I was in no way ready for all this. But it turned out he had echoli infection that we had hoped would go away with some special treatment. How I was wrong, he did get rid of it after 2 months of treatment, but after 10 days off the antibiotics, it came back with a vengence, decided to sit in his urethra tube which the vet said it would be hard to kill it there and we would have to keep him on the major antibiotics forever. Well I was willing to do what we needed to get him better.
But this second time around he wasn't responding like we had hoped. He started getting lame and no one could tell me why, yet all the while he still wanted me to give him treats and help him go potty. Not once did he lose that fighting spirit. When I cried, he'd move away as if to say, stop it mom!!! As time went by, he decided he didn't want to eat much, he wanted what vets would say no to----he wanted blueberry muffins, I have no idea why he wanted it, but I gave it to him knowing that his last days were ahead of me. He got to the point of getting a tumor on his paw that we had no idea where it came from. And then he was bedridden and I was helping him go potty and he started wetting his bed uncontrollably. I asked the vet if it was that time. She said no, he is still wanting to be with you and I told her, if you knew my sam, he isn't going to let go easily! So we decided to wait and just give him pain meds and do what we could to help him thru this. I told him one night "you tell mom when you are too tired to fight all this and I will help you go to heaven".
Christmas eve of this year, 2 years of when our fight began, he was crying in pain and I had no idea what to do, it was a short cry, but I knew he was in so much pain. I picked him up and held him tight and said to him, are you ready? When I said that, he perked up as if to say, no mom, you need me, so I will be ok. But deep in my heart I knew it was time. So On the 27th of december, we went to the vet and as I was crying my eyes out, again he was tucking his nose under my arm as if to say, mom it is ok, please let's just go home. He kept trying to scoot his way from the vet. But after a long discussion with his vet, I knew it was time, even though he didn't want to leave me! So that day I sent him to the rainbow bridge while he laid in my arms!
I can't tell you how much I miss him!!! I have cried every single day, missing my baby boy. Missin him waking me up! Missing him snuggling up to me and of course stealing his dads pillow when he wasn't on it! He was such a funny little boy and he was my boy!
I miss you my little monkey man!!!! Much love, Mom.....