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.

[Gretta's Mom]

Sweet Old Sam's dad

My heart is aching over the passing of Sweet Old Sam. In a way, it's a blessing that she showed you she was choosing her own time to go, just like she chose her own time to come into your lives. Sam is a powerful spirit-cat - one who will always be right there beside you and your wife, as Moonbeam says, just a breath away, doing waht she's always done - since time immemorial - watching over you, guiding your steps, making it perfectly clear what needs to be done ... and most important loving you and being loved by you. I don't know about yours, but my firmly held belief is that animals and people have the same kind of soul and that our beloved animal family members go on to a Perfect World. One of the strongest reasons i believe this is that after I had to let my Gretta - the kindest chocolate lab who ever lived - go last April, this ultimate man of rationality and science gave me three huge hugs and said something amazing: She's in a safe place now. Like Sweet Sam. She arranged her live and her passing so that no one would have to be the "Angel of death" (which no one ever IS, but they feeel like it). She could go peacefully, in the arms of her loving mother, warm and safe in a cozy blanket, surrounded by the love of both of you.

Rest assured that such a powerful cat will immediately be on her job in the Perfect World - organizing, teaching, counseling, coaching animals who couldn't learn ho on earth to play and romp and sleep exhausted in the warm sun.

Your strong honorable heart shows through your writing. Please be comforted by the fact that here, with your LS family, you are among friend who "get it" and are here to listen, confort and support you 24/7. We're a band of brothers and sister who hold each other up during the bad times and rejoice during good times. Welcome to the family. I only wish admission wasn't such unbearable heartache.

Gretta's mom