Sam
I got Sam from the Humane Society 18 years ago. He popped out of that cardboard box and right into my lap. Sam became my best friend instantly. He celebrated every joy in my life and was with me with every sorrow.
He was my shadow. I could not leave a room without him getting up and following me. I could not go to bed without him jumping on the bed and sleeping next to me. Sam had a stroke and within three days, I was told there was nothing more that could be done. I looked at him and though he could not walk anymore, he NEVER took his eyes off me. Just stared at me endlessly.
When it was time to put him to sleep, we stared at each other as I kissed him again and again. He never took his eyes off of me. He looked at me until his heart stopped beating. Those beautiful eyes. My life seems so empty now. Sam was the only one who could stop me from crying. Now, all I do is cry and and I don’t know how to stop without him to help me. I see him everywhere. That beautiful face.
Five days after he passed, on Easter Sunday, I woke up and an imprint of a paw was on the top of my left hand. The hand that pet his head and scratched his chin for 18 years. I know in my heart that was Sam telling me has arrived and is happy and waiting for me. I know I must eventually give my love to another cat, but no one will ever take the place of my Sam.
I love you so much Sam and hope you are truly happy and at peace now. I will see you again some time my friend.
I will never forget you.
Thank you for all your unconditional love.