Sad Day

In grade eight I used to, each day at lunch, run out and meet a kind old man with a golden retriever dog who would always walk by just at the time we were let out after eating. I never knew the man's name, but his dog was Sam. Today when visiting my old school, I saw a golden retriever walking with an older woman and he was desperatly trying to say hello to everybody, and when he came over and mauled me I asked her, "is this Sam?" It was the same dog, and I learned the man pased away just after I had graduated eight. She said to me, "oh you must be the young girl with the curly hair he always used to talk about." And I nearly started crying. So nice to see Sam after four long years, and great to meet the woman. But it made me so sad. :(