In Loving Tribute.

Yesterday was a sad day for us here. My beloved Samantha had been showing definite signs of kidney failure and the time had come to show her just how much we loved her. I took her into the vet's where he gently sent her into peaceful sleep. She was 14 yrs old. She was my baby before I had babies. My original Princess. My original co-sleeper. My original Punkin-pie.

She was one of the most well-behaved and loving cats I have ever had. And, though she wasn't the youngest of the bunch, she was, by all means, the "baby". She loved jumping for toys, snuggling with her "boyfriend" Willie, belly rubs, watching the birdies out the window and licking yogurt off your nose.

And even though I know what I did was a compassionate and unselfish move, I still can't feel good about it. It's hard to believe she's no longer here. I told her before she went to go on ahead and keep a spot warm for me. Three of her siblings went on before her, so I know she'll have good company.

When Daddy came home from work, London told him that Chubby (her nickname) wasn't feeling well so she went to Jesus and He's going to take care of her. How sweet is that?

Sammy taught me a lot during our 14 yrs together. Here's just a sampling:

Always look for the good spots in life.

Quench your thirst.

Find your spot in the sun.

Reaching for your goals takes effort.
Enjoy the party.
Lean on friends.
Life doesn't always fit. Make it work for you.
Enjoy the ride.
And, most importantly, take time for rest.
Good-bye, my sweet Sammy-Sam. You will be missed.