This post is in memory of our dear, much loved beautiful boy Sam.
Sam was a real character. Often grumpy in mood he was a very loyal boy always guarding his home territory and waiting patiently for our return. We will miss those greetings dearly.
A healthy cat for the majority of his life he enjoyed an active and happy existence and was well loved. I think it does bring some comfort when we reflect on his life. He seemed to have many human traits such as jealousy, distain, embarrassment, anger, bliss and affection to name just a few. His face could display a multitude of expressions. He loved his home and garden. Sometimes he would run up the cabbage tree at speed to show off when we were watching and often sit on the chair at the front door on sentry duty. Sam did take time to enjoy the flowers by smelling them and licking off water from their leaves.
A couple of years ago he started to have thyroid problems and underwent radioactive treatment. One of his eyes had slowly started to darken over but he still continued to enjoy life. Unfortunately during this last year it was evident that he was slowing down and his rear leg weakness prevented him from jumping up to higher places. In April he had a very serious seizure and the Vet suspected he had a brain tumor. Medication was given daily but his behaviour changed drastically. He became extremely anxious, very sensitive to sound and his eye sight deterioated. Days were spent pacing around the house in circuits and he was a restless soul; it was distressing to witness. He still enjoyed his food though and managed to purr when we stroked and held him.
Three and a half months later he suffered more seizures and this time they were ongoing and his legs had become so weak that he struggled to walk around. He was a tough and determined cat and right up to his last hours was intent on still trying to walk about in the living room. It was a cold bleak winter’s afternoon, the log fire was lit and we knew we had to make the call to the Vet that we had always dreaded.
The Vet had agreed to come to our home to put dear Sam to sleep. We wanted to minimise as much stress and anxiety as possible. I held him in my arms, cuddling him, stroking his head and talking to him as the Vet gave him the injection. He was warm against me. Slowly I felt his whole body begin to relax for the first time in many months Now and then he gave a sigh until twenty minutes later he had stopped breathing.
I still can’t stop the tears from flowing when I recall this. Sam was a member of our family, our tabby teenager. He was gently placed in a calico bag, still wearing his collar with name tag and bell. We were so used to hearing it jingle announcing his presence.
Sam’s finally resting place was his favourite spot on the lawn in the front garden. He will always have a special place in our hearts and will be sadly missed.