Sweet Old Sam, Our Queen Siamese Options

[Jon730]

I started logging on here, but spent my time posting to other people because I could not bring myself to write this.

Nearly fourteen years ago, two abandoned kittens were found one cold raniy afternoon. They were huddled under a car in an apartment parking lot.
The Animal Control officer took the male, and a neighbor alerted us to the female, which we took in. When Sam was a kitten, she had hardly any fur, and was almost pink.
At the time, my wife was recovering from surgery, and was confined to bed.
So poor cold abandoned Sam suddenly found herself is a heated waterbed with a doting mother. She and my wife strongly bonded at once.
She has had astma for years, and in the last few months has been experiencing respiratory distress. I had dug the grave months ago, because we were afraid she would go in Winter when the ground was frozen.
It is the weekend now, and I have left messages for some local travelling vets, hoping one will help her out. She has now lost control of her hind legs. Though not in obvious pain, she is very unhappy. Failing a vet visit, I shall bring her early Monday when they open. Yes, I hate that, yes, I hate being the Angel of Death in this house. But each additional day now is morally wrong and selfish.

So close were she and my wife, that when my wife left once a week to teach her Art Classes, Sam would come running to me, howling, warning me that my wife was missing. For so many years, she was a frisky, loving trickster, that seeing her come to this state is particularly sad. She was loved by the relatives and nieces. A couple of weeks ago, one niece came to say Goodbye..Sam brightened, her ears perked up, and she did her best to be entertaining.
Today my sister-in-law came to say goodbye to her. She was heartbroken to see her going.

She and Iggy became friends quickly. She resented Zacchary, though. He's too young and obnoxious for her.

If we left for a weekend, she tried every device to stop us from going.


This leaves us with only Iggy and Zach now.

We are content that we gave Sam an exceptionally spoiled and pampered life, and spared no expense keeping her healthy and happy.

But now there is only one thing left to do. I have a large white quartz stone for her memorial.

[moon_beam]

Hi, Jon, please permit me to add my sincerest sympathies in your Anticpatory Grief of losing the physical presence of your precious Sam. I totally agree with what Flossie's Mom said: "You may be the Angel BUT do not consider yourself the Angel of Death. You have the strength and compassion to do what is best for Sam. That is not an easy job. I guess it is a "job" just as our stewardship of these beautiful creatures is but it is done out of love." Jon, there is no greater love than putting the needs of our companions above our own heart's wishes - - especially when it comes to having to ease their transition home to the angels.

Thank you so much for sharing your precious Sam with us, Jon. She is very expressive and photogenic. I know your and your wife's heart, and Iggy's, are breaking with knowing that your precious Sam will no longer be physically present. And when this becomes a "new reality" your hearts will break in a different way. Please know you are among friends here who truly do understand what you are going through, Jon, and that we are here for you for as long and as often as you need us. Please know you, your wife, Iggy, and Zach are in my thoughts and prayers, and look forward to knowing how each of you are doing.

Peace and blessings,
moon_beam