Sammie was just so special. She was the eternal optimist; she loved everyone and just assumed everyone would love her back.
She was a hard-headed little thing. If she were upset with something David or I (mostly me) did, she would tinkle on the floor to let us know she was irritated at her ‘ahhh’ rules not being followed.
When we got Sammie she was 4 weeks old. I believe I have mentioned previously, our adult tomcat took care of her, showed her the water bowl and food bowl, cleaned her, washed her face and played with her. He was for all practical purposes her Mom/Dad combo ... when David and I married, my son Billy gave me Sammie and Junior (the cat).
She was nearly 15 when her blood counts showed she had liver disease, and the 2 weeks before she passed, I could see her failing, it was getting more difficult to get her to eat. I cooked special meals to keep her interested, basted chicken breasts, hamburgers, steak, even pork chops. The night before she left, I fixed her spaghetti and ground round, and she ate well. We had also noticed she drank an awful lot of water.
At 3 am, she woke us screaming. I took it to be pain, David said he thought she was terribly frightened. I will forever bless our Vet, who we called at 3:15 am, ... he met us at the office in 15 minutes, and he did offer to put her on IV's and sedate her to see what happened, but we made the decision to let her cross the Rainbow Bridge because of her other health issues, and the stroke we believe she had.
She passed in my arms with David's hand on her head soothing her. I cannot get the sound of the screaming out of my head right now, but I know she is with Junior and our assorted other dogs, cats, horses. She was a beautiful little spirit who loved to go bye-bye and would happily ride on the console for hours on end. I cannot begin to tell you how much she will be missed.
She will be cremated and brought home to be with Junior.
Darlene Khan, US