well, i knew this day was coming, but somehow i still didn't expect it.
i got an email from my grandma this morning stating she had to have her cat sam put down.
i spent a lot of time at my grandma's house growing up. some neighbors of hers went to jail for drug dealing, and we started noticing this big tabby cat with white paws coming around. i'd pet him and play with him a lot, he was really friendly. my grandma started letting him come in the house. of course, he started coming around much more often.
she asked some other neighbors if he belonged to anyone, and they said the people who had been arrested left him behind. so that was that, she now had a cat. he was avid about being outside so he was an indoor/outdoor cat. we don't know how old he was when she got him, but he looked to be about 3 or 4 years old to me. i was only about 10 at the time, so who knows? :wink: we named him sam because we weren't sure if it was a he or a she. turned out it was a neutered he. a wonderful, friendly, loud purring, lapcat he.
the past couple years he's obviously had arthritis. he limped quite a bit and slimmed down. he was always a beefy cat, very husky and strong. still friendly though, and still wanted in your lap! still wanted to beg for treats!
here's the email my grandma sent me this morning:
"Sammy is gone. I took him to the vet last Thursday, and they could do nothing else for him. He was so miserable, needed in and out so often and had accidents and couldn't keep himself clean like he always had, he just wanted to curl up in my lap, but couldn't get comfortable, and sometimes just sat on the stairs here in the house and meowed. I thought it kinder to have him put to sleep. It does seem strange not to have to get up and open the door, check to see if he has water. I do miss him."
i'll miss him much. grandma's house won't be the same without him.
farewell, sam.
i got an email from my grandma this morning stating she had to have her cat sam put down.
i spent a lot of time at my grandma's house growing up. some neighbors of hers went to jail for drug dealing, and we started noticing this big tabby cat with white paws coming around. i'd pet him and play with him a lot, he was really friendly. my grandma started letting him come in the house. of course, he started coming around much more often.
she asked some other neighbors if he belonged to anyone, and they said the people who had been arrested left him behind. so that was that, she now had a cat. he was avid about being outside so he was an indoor/outdoor cat. we don't know how old he was when she got him, but he looked to be about 3 or 4 years old to me. i was only about 10 at the time, so who knows? :wink: we named him sam because we weren't sure if it was a he or a she. turned out it was a neutered he. a wonderful, friendly, loud purring, lapcat he.the past couple years he's obviously had arthritis. he limped quite a bit and slimmed down. he was always a beefy cat, very husky and strong. still friendly though, and still wanted in your lap! still wanted to beg for treats!
here's the email my grandma sent me this morning:
"Sammy is gone. I took him to the vet last Thursday, and they could do nothing else for him. He was so miserable, needed in and out so often and had accidents and couldn't keep himself clean like he always had, he just wanted to curl up in my lap, but couldn't get comfortable, and sometimes just sat on the stairs here in the house and meowed. I thought it kinder to have him put to sleep. It does seem strange not to have to get up and open the door, check to see if he has water. I do miss him."
i'll miss him much. grandma's house won't be the same without him.
farewell, sam.
