This is Sam, he was about 2 years old and full of nonsense! He loved his people and loved to wrestle and chase the other cats around. He would talk to you, but mostly to my husband. He loved water and playing with lizards. Loved rolling in the dirt till he was brown and no longer black...at all...then that's when he would come in. We should have called him Pig Pen. When he was in a lovey mood you could get him to bump heads with you and would purr and purr! Loved food, of any kind. He was a dumpster kitty until we got the privilege of being his family. He would play fetch, only like the black toy mice with a tail. loved his dogs, and everyone who walked in the door.
I am writing this all down, because Sam lost his life today to a pack of hungry coyotes. Right out front in our neighbors driveway. He was a good boy and didn't deserve to die in such a terrible way. It was early this morning and we are all grieving.
This is the hardest part of loving pets, its never easy to say goodbye, but it hurts like hell when you loose them like this.
This post is dedicated to all of you who have ever lost your fur baby too soon. Our heart aches for him and for your fuzzy loves.
I forgot to mention one very important thing he use to do, when he played, he would do random somersaults. Would just start flipping around leaping and jumping, then would take off running...he was such a silly boy and his sense of humor will be terribly missed.
I am sure I could write a whole book on just Sam and his sillyness.
I thank you for stopping by and reading my blog of daily nonsense and sometimes heartache.
I do appreciate you all very much!
Thanks for listening,
Huggs n Stitches, xo Deb 2015