This is a tribute to my cat, Samson. He had to be put to sleep on March 7th. He was 11 years old and I had him for 9 years
Sam was my “baby”, my best animal friend. Sam was found wandering the streets of Pennsylvania by my aunt and uncle. He was an FIV cat (Feline Immune Deficiency) so my aunt and uncle didn't want to keep him as he may pass it on to their other cats because they had so many. I didn't have a cat; I just moved into my very own apartment, by myself, and welcomed Sam with open arms. It was me and him for 2 years until I married my husband. Sam was loved by Joe and his kids (I wouldn't have it any other way) and he was a huge part of the family....yeah, literally. He got so big at one point, our vet told us to put him on a diet. Yikes!
Sam was sick a lot. He had to have surgery right before I was married. He was in the vet's office for 3 days after surgery and I visited him there which was a good thing because he wouldn't come near the front of the cage for anyone but me.
A few years after I had Sam, I found Gordon, our gray, part mane coone cat, and they became best buds.
They both loved to be outdoors so when we put the fence up at our home, we let them wander out back just checking on them occasionally. Sam especially loved to roll around in the dirt in the sun.
Samson was very spoiled, by yours truly. He always slept in the bed with me, even after I married Joe. He would curl up next to me as close as he possibly could get and we always joked around that he couldn't possibly get any closer!! He just liked to cuddle, that's all. Sometimes, he would curl up on my pillow above my head....that was not allowed and quite annoying, lol.
Sam knew I was a strict schedule keeper and I always went upstairs around the same time each night to get ready and conk out in bed. Usually around 9:30/10 is when I would go up and Sam would always come downstairs and wait in the doorway for me, sometimes meowing. And when I was ready to go up, he'd run up the stairs with me. He was ready for bed and would not go to bed until I went to bed.
Samson was an easy-going cat and full of love. He loved anyone who would allow him to sleep on their bed and allow him on their lap.
Sadly, he began to have liver and kidney failure before Christmas 2011. The vet put him on pills and he was ok with those for awhile but gradually began losing weight and had to go back to the vet's office two more times to be hooked to an IV (for dehydration) and given more medications. I watched him slowly get worse but didn't want to put him down if he had more in him and would live longer and get better. People told me I would know and they were right. The week of March 7th, I knew. On Tuesday he began wandering more than usual and it became dangerous (walking into walls, coming down the stairs and wobbly, etc.). I had to lock him in my bedroom so he wouldn't get hurt. I spent as much time with him as I could. On Wednesday, I called the vet in the morning. Sam just “wasn't there”, you could tell. We scheduled a euthanization for the evening. I spent the afternoon with Sam while the daycare kids were napping and after the kids left, I layed in bed with Sam for almost 2 hours before my husband and mom took him to the vet's office. Our last hours together were peaceful; Sam layed on my chest and was peaceful.
The hardest thing I have ever had to do in my life was to send my cat to the vet to have him put down. I hate it. I hated doing it and I hate that I had to do it. But a comfort to me was knowing he is at rest now and not in pain or suffering AND I gave him the best life I could have possibly given him.
I love Samson so much and miss him dearly. I have Gordon left, and Luke and Cole (my Border Collies).