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Tomorrow will be one year since you left.
I remember the day we first saw you. I was 8 years old and we were visiting family friends. It was April 1992. The family next door had kittens looking for loving homes. Your big brother Phillip, aged just 3, chose his favourite and mum said 'yes'. Mum asked "What should we call him?" Phill chose the name "Sam" after Fireman Sam – it suited you 'cos you were a gorgeous redhead. This soon turned into "Sammie". We took you home and you were cared for by your big cat brother Willie, another gorgeous ginger. When he passed away the following year you were sad for a while, but you bounced back.
I used to love it when you would greet me on my bed in the mornings on weekends. I miss that. I miss you greeting me on the driveway every day after primary school, then high school, university and then as a teacher myself. I miss you meowing at the front door at 4pm on the dot. You were always happy, willing to smooch up to strangers, loved hugs and loved sneaking inside without Dad finding out! You would stay in for hours, lying in the sun by the window. There were times in high school that I wish I had given you more attention, I was a silly teenager. Once I matured you and I became best friends. If I ever had an argument with mum or dad I would always find you under the tree and we would smooch for ages. I secretly know that I was your favourite.
In June '08 I moved out of home with Damien. Suddenly your health declined – I'm not sure if this was a coincidence but I know you missed my affection. I would visit you as often as possible. I remember coming over after work one day, and you were missing. Mum and I searched for around an hour, and we found you in the farm. You were confused. Poor thing. This happened a few more times with mum, one time you were all muddy, wet, and disoriented. When mum told me this, it broke my heart. We knew this day was coming. You started to get quite sick in September '08, we hoped it would pass. Perhaps we held onto you a little too long. Sorry baby, we just prayed you would return to your usual self. But you didn't.
I had been off work for three days after an injury. It was Wednesday the 22nd of October, 2008. You were 16.5 years old by then. Dad called and said "It's time". He sent Phill over to pick me up – being the sweet brother he is he made the 40 minute trip here just to get me – they knew I would be a mess driving. When I arrived you were lying on my old bed. I lay there with you for hours and hours. You were giving me the look – you knew it was time. I often think how lucky I was to be injured that day, just so I had the time off work to spend with you – like it was meant to be.
The appointment was at 5:30pm – the last one possible that day. Mum, Phill and I jumped in the car. We were all crying, I held you tight. Dad kissed you on the head and said "goodbye little mate". He had tears in his eyes – he didn't even want to make the trip. By 5:40pm you were gone. Forever. How was I supposed to cope? You had been in my life since the age of 8 – there I was, a 24 year old woman – hollow.. lost.. heartbroken. I'm doing fine now, I only get upset every now and then, but they are happy tears.
Now I have a new friend. His name is Charlie, born on the 24th of October 2008- Two days after you passed. Damien and I found him in December '08. He has a different temperament to you, although there are a few similarities. I believe some of your soul is within Charlie. I always talk to him about "Uncle Sammie". He is a sweet boy, lighter ginger than you. Mum also has a new kitten son. He is your little brother "Harry". Hopefully one day you will all meet in Heaven!
I miss you baby. We will never forget you. We have so many lovely photos and memories of our time with you. Say hello to Willie in Heaven
Rest In Peace Baby Boy - Love you lots.
05/03/92 – 22/10/08
This post has been edited by ceeonz: 21 October 2009 - 05:13 PM
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I have added a picture of him.
