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Samson is my 12-year-old chocolate lab, and he’s the coolest.

I got Samson for my 12th birthday and I was completely shocked because I never expected to get a dog. He was such a little ball of chocolate adorableness :) My parents decided on a name before even handing him over to me because they were afraid I’d name him something weird (personally, I don’t think Snickers would’ve been a bad name, but whatever). The name “Samson” worked for everyone.

Twelve years later, Samson is still adorable but not as chocolate as he used to be – he’s more of a white and chocolate lab now. It almost breaks my heart to see my old puppy struggle to walk up and down the steps and even walk back and forth along the (very long) driveway. I still remember the days when he was so full of energy he would drag me on our walks. I even remember when a lot of my friends were all afraid of him because of his size and hyperactivity. He was never a mean dog, though. As a matter of fact, Samson would’ve made a crappy watch dog since he mostly barked at air.

Anyways, he’s pretty old and much less energetic, but I love him just the same. He still burps in my face when I pet him and farts in the middle of the night when he sleeps in my room, but he’s awesome. Every time I leave him, I’m afraid it could be the last time I see him… which really pains me. I hope he’s still around when I go to my parents’ house in a few months.