So we had Sam put to sleep this evening. We went to an emergency clinic after he started gagging and moaning in my room. It was a sign that it was time. It feels like this isn't really my life right now, because the life I know is one where he's alive and looking out the window as I pull into the driveway.
Mom brought his collar out to bury with him. It was weird, because that jangly sound it made when she carried it was his sound, heard for the last time. I put a milk cap ring in there, something he was always finding on the floor and playing with.
Sam, I love you very much and am forever thankful you wandered into my life. You were a member of the family and a good friend, and I'll always remember you. I don't think we'll ever know what happened and I'm sorry you were in pain and I couldn't help. We probably should have done this earlier but I couldn't bring myself to do it. I guess I wasn't strong enough to make that decision.
We buried him right outside the wall of Alex's room. I picked it because he was always standing by the window of that wall, watching outside in the front yard. We didn't let him out much because we were afraid something might happen to him or he could get lost after living at another house for the earlier years of his life. At least he's finally outside that window, where he always longed for.
RIP Samuel Kratt Cat
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