Last Friday, we said goodbye to our dear, sweet Sammie. While she only lived with us for five years, she immediately became a part of our family. We took her in after our elderly neighbors at our old house passed away and jokingly called her our 12 year old kitten because, unbeknownst to me, Brent was planning on welcoming a kitten into our home around that same time. She was part of our world for many huge moments - preparing for a baby, life with a newborn-turned-toddler, and moving into a new house. With each of those changes, she took it all in stride. I truly have never met such a laid-back, easy-going cat. I admired her for her constant calm demeanor.
We made the decision to take her in, which I haven't had to do in over a decade. While it's something I wish nobody ever had to deal with, it's part of having pets sometimes. I cried buckets that day, along with our torrential rains, but knew it was right. It will always be hard for me to think about though, as evidenced through my current stream of tears.
Sammie was an absolute delight to share our lives with. I wish we'd known her sooner. I'll never forget the first day I saw her. Hap, our wonderful neighbor, was tending to the rose garden he kept for his wife, Helen. Beside him as he worked was the most beautiful fluffy kitty I'd ever seen. As he'd move to the next plant, she'd move along with him. An occasional back pat here and there was their only form of communication from my view but they needed nothing else. I'd love to be able to tell them both how much peace that scene still gives me.
While we reflect on the passing of Sammie, we've found ourselves dealing with more kitty crisis. Our kitten Opal has just had a tough time all around and just within the past 24 hours, her back legs have given out. We're working to figure out what exactly is happening and how we can make her better. She's in good spirits and in good hands so for now, we wait. If you're the type to send out good vibes and the like, we're in the market for all you can spare.