(aka Fairy Floss in Australia)
by Alan R. Thompson, in memory of Princess
The smell is delicately sweet like the personality of a Sammy.
A Samoyed’s love is like the soft fluffy touch of cotton candy fresh out of the machine.
The thought of cotton candy evokes memories of carnivals and circuses from days long past; memories so similar to the memories of my first Sammy of a lifetime ago:
~the joy and excitement . . . of them coming to town . . . of coming home each day to a Sammy so happy to see me again;
~ the thrill and awe . . . of the great feats of skill and strength of the performers . . . of the tricks and games and the obvious intelligence of the Sammy;
~ the disappointment and sadness . . . when they packed up and left town . . . when my beloved Sammy took her last breath and quietly died in my arms.