I helped Sammy over The Rainbow Bridge three years ago today. It was obvious that he was not doing well, so I scheduled a dental appointment. After many trapping tries, I successfully delivered Sammy to the morning appointment.
|One of my favorite images of Angel Sammy|
|Sammy stayed in the beer cooler-turned-shelter|
|Angel Sammy, beginning to look a bit rough|
Sammy had a unique meow, that sounded like 'Arf!' His name was New Guy, or Guy, until I trapped him to have him neutered in 2010, and The Hubby helped me deliver the cat-laden trap to the low-cost spay and neuter clinic. The Hubby totally forgot Guy's name when filling out the paperwork, so he used his grandfather's name of Samuel.
Three years since we saw you last, Sammy, and I know so much more about pilling and handling cats, and I believe we could have found a way to keep you healthy if that vet had had to pull all of your remaining teeth. It wasn't the cost; it was logistics which tripped me up, and I get sad thinking about that. You were ready to go...you told me with your eyes that you were done with this life, and with that body. Sammy, you were a wonderful kitty, and it seemed we had a good connection with each other. Patty O'Malley probably wouldn't be such a spoiled brat if you had stuck around longer, ha ha ha. You know that I think about you often, and that your ashes are carefully shelved in my bedroom. I remember the first time that you appeared in the yard, hiding on the south side of the house, with the snow piled high all around.
💕💕I love you, Angel Sammy💕💕