On July 10th we had to put our family dog down. Sam was 11 years old when she got him, he was the only boy out of his litter. She named him after Karl Malone and gave him a full name which was Karl John Nickle. Weird... I know! He has always been her dog but when she moved in with us in St. George he came with her and when she went on her mission he stayed with us and has been with us ever since. He became my little buddy. No matter how many times I had to wake up in the night with babies he always followed me and would sit right at my feet. It didn't matter how much he was in pain toward the end he would follow me everywhere. It was one of the toughest decisions that we have ever had to make. We are dog people and they become apart of our family. Kambree has had a tough time understanding at first, she still prays for him in every prayer. We miss Karl so much. I am so glad he is no longer in pain.
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