The last few weeks flew by. So much to do, so many people to see, and so little time. Mom and John came to visit, that was fun, we took a scenic drive over the Beartooth mountains, went to billings so I could get shoes, got boxes in Cody and they helped me pack. Spent time with other relatives in the area. It was a lot of fun.
The last few days, I kept going to see friends and such and say goodbye, but it didn't feel real. When Mom and John left after church I waved goody, feeling guilty that I had no tears, it was as if I was saying seeing you in a few days. The same thing happened when Sarah and the kids drove me to the airport.
However saying goodbye to my German shepherd was another matter all together. I kept him till pretty late Monday night (I flew out early Tuesday morning.) I fought the urge to cry as I drove to Mike’s (the guy who found a home for my puppy while I'm gone) At Mikes I went through the motions of showing them his tricks, telling them about what I expect of him and the best way to walk him and such. Samson meanwhile is bounding around the yard, smelling and marking everything.
Mike commended me on how obedient and good natured he was, then he warned me that when I come home it may be very hard to get him back, cause the older gentleman who he will be living with will want to keep him. (this is a fact I have always known, and deep down I feel that if when I come home, if Samson is better off with this guy, then going with me to Alaska or wherever I may end up, then so be it) however at that 
moment in time it was the last thing I needed, my hard fought off tears began to flow. Samson is still oblivious to the fact and running joyfully from me to Mike, to Mike’s kid, to the many things in the yard that smell like deer.
I cried all the way home and for the next three hours afterward. I came to the conclusion that I did not want to leave the country, that it was not worth loosing my dog. I think I only got an hour and half asleep all night long.
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