Goodnight Sammy

It's been a busy few weeks with seemingly everyone around me getting flu from which I've been spared. For the last few weeks I moved my old cat Sammy into my bedroom. He went deaf as a post and was winding down.

I don't know why but last night I knew he'd take his last journey so I laid down on the floor with him. He got himself a little flustered but eventually laid out flat with me stroking his his head and laying a hand on his stomach. He stretched his limbs and took some deep breaths, a big sigh and then he was gone.

I'll admit today I can't focus on work (of which I seem to have a mountain) and have very sore eyes. I've buried him in his favourite spot in the garden.

He came to us after 6 years of abuse. For the first year he couldn't be handled, even an animal psychologist said he would never come round - he didn't know what the Hobbs house could do though! Eventually he trusted us and then one day decided he trusted up implicitly and loved his new home from which he never wandered beyond the garden. For the last 6 and a half years he has been the most wonderful companion and this is how I will always remember him

 

We lost Wilbur, our other OAP cat, a few months ago and this photo is the two of them taken in August this year - I hope they've met up again

Comments

[Connie]

I hope you've still escaped the flu. Sorry about your cats; that hurts. I nursed one as she died a few years back, and I keep seeing how thin and geriatric our old tom looks these days. Empathy, sympathy.

[Thursday]

I'm late to this but I just wanted to say I'm sorry your good friend's gone. "He stretched his limbs, took some deep breaths, a big sigh and then he was gone". Perfect way to go I think. I hope the cold abates soon - hot toddies for you, with lots of brandy, you know it makes sense.