Our wonderful, amazing Great Pyrenees, Sam, died last week. We all miss him so much; he not only was the sheep's protector, he was part of the family. Every morning when I went up to the barn, that big old head would rise up to see who was there. We called him "Polar Bear." It's hard not to have him there to greet me; he was just Sam & I miss him. We buried him under the big cedar tree at the top of the hill behind the barn. He used to like to lay there in the shade to survey his kingdom.
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