Samson came into my life when he was 7 months old and I was 26. I'm now 43 and he had been with me through some of the most challenging times of my life. Multiple career changes and loss. He grieved with me when I lost my mom. He helped heal me when I had major surgery. As I have reflected on our time together, I realized he's been with me for nearly 40% of my single and childless life. I only had one cat and he was it. My kid. But it's the fun times and the quiet times that I will miss. Lazy Sundays reading or watching TV with him napping by my side. Him bringing me his favorite toy in the morning...I'd like to think, just because I was a great cat mama. Watching him honor his inner lion when he pounced. And watching him play with his toys right up until the end as if he were still a baby. On the day he went to the bridge, the vet said something to me that I will never forget. The vet said, "He was lucky to have you." Funny, I always thought it was the other way around. But yet, that is love. A mutual exchange of affection. We loved each other. No matter what theories are out there about animals and humans, I know that my experience with Samson was love in one of its purest forms. I am a better person for having that experience. My heart is broken yes, but also open because of my life with Samson. |
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