Sam passed away on Tuesday, Oct. 8, 2013. She was 17 years old.
Larry had Sam before we even started dating. The first time I met her, Larry was holding her. I leaned over to talk to her and got too close. She smacked me on the forehead. Lesson learned. You could put your face close to Waddles, but not Sam.
She decided to let me be her Mama anyway.
Sam adored Larry above all others. She followed him around and liked to sleep beside him.
When she entered a room, she made an entrance. She would stop just inside the doorway and look around. “I’m here!” she seemed to be saying.
Instead of a meow, she made the funniest little sound that’s hard to describe. It was a throaty, almost coarse noise. And she would talk back and carry on a conversation with you.
|Sam's Valentine to Larry in February 2011|
It’s been three years, and it still hurts to think of that morning when we said goodbye. We remember you today and every day, Sam, and we love you forever.