|Typical Samson, snuggled up on the bed.|
Eventually you came out. Still wary, but you rubbed yourself on my back and gave me headbutts on my elbow.
You didn't cry once the whole way home.
|The cat family.|
For about two days you lived under the bed, nervous about your new surroundings -- somewhat interested in Desmond (who was moreso interested in your special food) and rightfully cautious of Emily whose bark is much worse than her bite. When you came out, you found a place on my pillow and you pretty much only left it to enjoy your place on my couch. Or my chair. Or my lap.
|Samson's 16th birthday party.|
I'm so glad you did.
Here is the truth: I have had some wonderful cats in my life, but you are the best of the best. I don't know who you are -- whose soul inhabited and created your life -- but you are the most unbelievable companion.
Even people who don't really like cats like you. And those people who already liked cats love you. Because you are a cut above.
I don't know why your previous people let you go. I can't imagine why they would have. Who could
|Samson and Jake sharing a head-butt moment.|
You have the worst breath ever. But it doesn't matter because a headbutt from you makes everything better.
I'm so sorry I'm here right now instead of by your side, even though I know that you actually love Megan more than you love anyone else in the world. You were a serious consideration for me to stay. I'm so sorry I couldn't.
More than any creature I have ever met, you thrive off love. So know, remember, realize how very loved you are.
Keep my pillow warm and furry and enjoy the kisses of the spring sunshine.
|Christmas isn't complete without a family photo.|
Eat your Chobani and stay with us, Samson. You may be ready to go, but we're not ready to let you.