Samson came to us in October, 2000 as a hungry and scared little kitty who'd been abandoned at the end of our street. I heard him crying and called, "Here kitty, kitty!" and he came bounding out of the weeds and climbed up my pants leg, crying pitifully. Our existing cat was in the last throes of kidney failure and I didn't want to bring him into the house until he'd been checked out by the vet. I made up a bed for him in the back of our van (it wasn't cold), fed him three cans of food, and put a litter box in the van. He promptly curled up and went to sleep. I took him to the vet the next day for an exam, and while we were waiting, he was proceeding to rip his way out of the cardboard carrier I was using. The assistant behind the counter said in amazement, "That's quite a Samson you've got there!" Needless to say he checked out OK and we brought him home.|
"Sam" took over the house, as our older cat had passed on. For 16 years he was content to stay inside. He had favorite spots in our sunroom and our back room where he would sit and watch the birds, squirrels, rabbits, hawks, and other wildlife. He quickly grew to full size, weighing 21 pounds...none of it fat. He was big and he was loud, and we loved him very much. He earned his keep by periodically decapitating unwanted visitors, leaving the bodies as "presents" for us.
Sam was excellent at playing "fetch" and would chase down his favorite toys wherever we threw them and bring them straight back to us, inviting another round of the game. He also was the clock watcher in the family and reminded us with his air raid siren voice that it was time to eat, time to sleep, etc.
He became the terror of our vet's office, for whatever reason I'll never know. His patient care folder was marked with an orange and black sticker that warned "SPECIAL HANDLING" and one of the techs had scrawled in red crayon, "WATCH OUT!" below it.
He finally succumbed to heart disease, kidney failure, and multiple lymphomas, but soldiered on bravely until we knew it was time. As the vet was administering the medication that would help him on, he licked my hand as if to say "Goodbye...I will see you at Rainbow Bridge."
Sam was the best kitty anyone could ever have. We will always miss him.
June 20, 2016 - It's the first day of Summer here, Sammy, and all your friends are outside where you used to lie and watch them. The rabbits, the deer, the groundhogs, and all the birds are busy feeding. The fireflies that you used to watch at night are also coming out again. You are still a very big part of our lives and we still hear you in the house. I know you are warm and happy at Rainbow Bridge.