Last night was maybe one of the worst nights of my life. I knew my cat was sick, but he has been getting worse, and has not eatin’ a THING since we’ve been home from florida.. For all of those who didn’t know, my cat, Sam, had heart failure, and developed heart disease. I’ve had him since I was two years old. He was my friend when I didn’t have any. He was always there for me when I needed him. He was the scardy cat of the family. He was such a sweet, sweet boy. I remember the night we brought him home. The memory is still fresh in my mind. I was so excited I got a NEW fluffy cat to take home with me. He kept jumping out of the card board box and he kept scratching and meowing. Such..a sweetie..
Just about 4 days before we left for Florida, we noticed that Sam couldn’t move his front left paw. We thought maybe it was broken from ruff playing with his brother, Max. My dad and I took him into the late night animal hospital, and turns out, his heart was too big..which meant he had heart disease. He threw a blood blot to his leg, luckily it was the front one, rather the the back because if it was in the back, he would be in excruciating pain. So, we took him home that night, knowing he didn’t have much time to live.
Luckily, we found a perfect NICE hospital to watch him while we were in Florida. They told us they would call us to tell us if anything bad had happened. And if they didn’t call, that meant he was doing great. My whole family was worried while we were in Florida.
Finally, the 8 days of being in Florida were over. We got him the day after we came back..and he seemed to be doing pretty well. They told us he was a little angel (but then again, he had always been). AND, he got feeling back in his front left paw. (Thank God) So, he could go around the house, jump on the furniture, and he tried to be as much of the old Sam he could be. His brother, Max, of course was NOT happy, and knew something bad was going to happen, so he was a bit angry. He attacked Sam every once in a while during the days he was still here with us.
As hours became into days, and days turned into weeks, our poor little Sammy got worse each day. It was so surreal as if we refused to believe it. We have had him so long that it was odd to see this happening. He was such a sweet cat, never got into trouble, never did anything wrong.
Yesterday, we saw his bones, and trust us, hah, that was NOT normal for our Sammer Bammer. He was always the chubby one. We looked at his back paws, and to our dismay, he couldn’t walk on them. After many different suggestions, but coming up with no reasonable ones, we decided we would have to put him down. He slept with me last night and I stayed up till 3am just looking into his bright beautiful eyes. His eyes seemed to have a lot of agony, and looked as if he were apologizing to us. I told him over and over that it was not his fault, and he will be in a better place soon.
Sam, always looked sweet and innocent, but he was sure a fighter. He fought for us. He hated seeing us cry. And it hurt him to think that he could not walk up to us and cuddle.
Poor thing.
I woke up today, with him laying on my chest, is gorgeous eyes looking into mine. It seemed like he was trying to tell me something. I knew he was. He just didn’t want to be in pain anymore, he couldn’t stand it. I, for one, do not blame him.
My family and I loving him so much, we took him to the vet to be put to sleep. Poor thing.. We waited in the waiting room with anticipation, and the words that we never thought we dreaded hear, “Follow me” So..we did. The doctor told us what all was going to happen, how the procedure was going to happen. With no courage left, we just nodded
for him to go ahead.
Poor little Sammy had not been drinking, so the doctor could not find his vein. That made it all worse, just watching him get poked with a needle over and over.
Finally, after a couple seconds or so, which seemed like hours, he found the vein. We all hugged Sam, and kissed him…we all said “it’s not goodbye, it’s see you later” And we knew he was going to go play
with our great grandma in heaven.
Watching him take his last few breaths we awful, him just laying there helpless as can be..
….He was truly our little angel..and we will NEVER forget him..he was like a child to us…
With love, ALWAYS and FOREVER,
| Sam |
| 27, June 2005 |
| Mark, Sherry, Alex, Chloe |