RIP Sammy

Sammy

My cat Sammy, who I have known all my life, has passed away within the past week.

I don't think I could describe how much he meant to me. We loved each other so much. He had a very nice long life for a cat though - lasting for 21 years and 8 months. Sammy was amazing. No matter how much he aged, he was still cute and beautiful to me.

He used to lie in the sun when he wanted to warm up on Saturday mornings. He knew exactly the right times that he wanted his meals. When he was younger he was strong, tall and independent but as he grew older he became accustomed to homely habits like wearing a little red jumper in winter, howling when he wanted attention and sitting on his little cat rug when he wanted to snooze.

I find it so hard to let him go out of my mind. I haven't stopped crying about it for the past two days. I just can't believe he's gone, and I didn't even say a real goodbye to him, or touch his fur and show how much I loved him. It was love that kept him going and there's a part of me regretting not seeing him for the last time before he moved on from this life. At least my mum said that when he was buried, he looked at peace from his hurting body. I'm glad he's found a better place. I will miss him sincerely.