Arrival Story: Today, back on July 19, 1993, Samantha became mine. That day, I took her right to the Vet when I got her. I brought her to my home, on July 21, 1993, after she stayed with the Vet for a couple of days. My pet phrases to her were: Samantha is so Glamorous. She is just gorgeous. She is so pretty! And I called her Samantha Newly because she was new to me. She understood too when I asked her if she wanted cat food. I found and met Samantha on approximately July 13, 1993. The company I work for moved to another city so I had to find a house in that city. In one of the houses I looked at, was a cat (Samantha, I named her), who was kept in the basement with the door shut. The owners were not home during the time I looked at their house. She was skinny and mostly bald and likely was starving most of the time. The food bowl looked like it had big chunks of food in it like a dog would eat. She had little bite marks on her as if she had been bitten by a dog with sharp teeth. The basement smelled of cat urine and the litter box had not been cleaned out for many days. We saw this when the realtor showed me the basement. Samantha ran up the stairs when we opened the door, scared of us, or wanting to escape from there. I had to pick her up and take her back to the basement. As I left her, she looked at me in such a sad way that I was sure she was asking me to take her with me. As I drove back home that night, which took me an hour, I cried thinking about her condition in that house and remembering her looking at me and wanting me to take her, and I knew I had to ask the owners if they wanted to keep her, or give her away. I had to call the realtor, to ask for the phone number of the owner of that house. The owner was now in a different city, so I had to call long distance. I never did buy that house, but the owner, who spent most of the week in the other city, said her daughter was supposed to have been taking care of the cat, but this teen was mostly away with her boyfriend. So the cat was alone, the owner in another city, the daughter staying with her boyfriend, and no one caring for the cat. I asked the owner if she wanted Samantha or wanted to give her away. She said she would give her away if I wanted her. Yes, I wanted her! On July 19, 1993, I took her right from that smelly, full of fleas basement to the Vet. They spayed her and treated her for a flea allergy. That explains why she had no fur, and had little bite marks on her. She was already front declawed so I had her back paws declawed too. Felix was my only other cat then, and he was already declawed. Serena and Tabatha would also be declawed in the future when I got them, but these are the only 4 of my cats I had declawed. As I carried her to my car to take her home on July 21, 1993, from the Vet, after her operations and treatment for fleas, she let go a little urine right onto my pants. I guess she was happy to leave there and now felt comfortable enough to let herself go! I had to go back to use the Veterinary bathroom to wash it off my pants. It did not matter. I thought I might call her Skippy but chose Samantha because that was the name of the dog belonging to my friend and I liked the name. I also liked Samantha on TV on Bewitched. In a few weeks Samantha bloomed into a gorgeous white angora possibly, or at least mostly persian cat. When she shed her fur though, she lost only a few long strands of hair! She loved to be scratched, petted and brushed. She would let you do this for days on end if you wanted to! She had a favorite yellow fuzzy toy she carried around and when she had it, and ran with it, she meowed while carrying it! She loved to chase my hand under the covers too. When coming home from work everyday, I remember mostly Samantha's white blur of happiness running back and forth down the hall, happy I was home, ready to eat. And I would go down to the laundry room and the cats would all follow and be fed. The cats Samantha grew up with are Felix, Serena and Tabatha. After a few years, both of her ears crinkled. The pointed part of the ears, and just below, filled with fluid which dried up and left the ears crinkled. The Vet said it was a hematoma, caused by cats shaking their head where a blood vein burst, causing a balloon of skin in the ear which later dries up. When I was younger, I had white long haired cats where this has happened too; it is strange.
The Vet I took Samantha to is the same Vet the previous owners used, so they had a record of her. She was born in 1991, and as a young kitty, with the previous owners, she fell out of the window and had leg surgery. This explained why sometimes I heard her leg thump as she walked but it was very rare that I heard it. And her leg never bothered her. I have chosen July 19, 1991 as her birth date since her better life, full of love and giving back love to me, began on July 19.
Serena was found as a baby kitten in August 1994, and she and Samantha used to run together in the house and it sounded like a heard of elephants when I was hearing it from the basement!
Bio: I had to send Samantha to the Rainbow Bridge, on October 24, 2006, with great persuasion from the Vet; I did not want to do THAT. I had hoped she would get better. The Vet said she would not. The Vet said she likely had a stroke or brain tumor. I held Samantha and told her over and over I love her, then the injection to peace everlasting. She went to the Rainbow Bridge at around 15 years old. It is one of the saddest days of your life yet you would never give up all the years with her, even if it has to end this way. She was mine on July 19, 1993 and in memory of her death in 2006, I will do a diary entry today, July 21, 2010, the same date I brought her to her forever home in 1993. After she was gone, I thought about her all the time and missed her a lot and wanted another white Persian. I just realized now, that today on July 21 (but in 2007) is the day I brought home Elsa. How strange that Samantha’s replacement was brought home on exactly the same date, and not planned that way either. And not discovered until today, July 21! When Samantha’s ashes were ready, I went to my car to go to the Vet and an all white (like Samantha) snow flurry fell and I knew she was sending me a Hello I’m Coming Back Home. Not very long afterwards, I dreamed of Samantha visiting me. She was jumping up onto the table beside the bed with her fluffy tail high, and flurrying side to side. It was a short visit, but I remember. I will not forget Samantha. When she was gone, fluffy white clouds in the sky made me think of her, and pet phrases I used with her are often used, but modified, with Elsa. They cannot be the same words, because Samantha was the special kitty who pleaded with me with her eyes, to take her home. And I took her home. And I want her to come often during my dreams, to visit her home again.
I am so honored up here at the sunny and breezy Rainbow Bridge, to see I’m one of the Diary Picks chosen today when I wrote about my anniversary of coming up here.
THANK YOU my friends, for rosettes and pawmails and comments. I love the photo made by Rory and Family just for this occasion!
May all of you on the East coast of the USA be kept safe right now, as I can see Hurricane Sandy is being quite rough. Even at my home in far-away Windsor I see strong winds, dark clouds and rainy weather affecting the city. I think the hurricane’s effects are very large across half of the country.
I hope you can all make your Jack-o-lanterns without any windy and rainy weather. If not, then at least the winds are going to blow the ghosts and goblins far from your homes!
My dad knew this anniversary date was coming. He told a friend often, that on October 24 it's the day I had to go to the Bridge back in 2006. I know my Dad has been thinking of me a lot lately; but he does that practically every day anyway.
He just got a little bit sad when he received a beautiful photo of me today from Lynzee for my Bridge anniversary. Just seeing my face up close in such a pretty picture made him wish I could come back down to earth for a little visit with him. Thank you Lynzee and family, we all love the photo.
Thanks to my Catster friends for rosettes and pawmails and sweet photo attachments. I will try to press my Dad's hands to the keyboard to send out thanks. If I can do that, he would like to feel my soft fur on his hands again anyway.
Thank you ALL very much for visiting me and Thanks to Catster for choosing me as one of the Diary Picks - Friday, July 27, 2012!
Yesterday Dad was again outside and he looked to the kitchen window and there was Elsa watching him and he again thought she looks like I did when I was younger. I think Elsa misses him so much when he goes outside, that she has to sit in the window and be sure he’s within eye-distance! I notice when he’s at the computer, she sits in her little box on his desk while he works! When he goes to bed, she’s the first one to join him and lies down beside him! She loves him :o)
Elsa is a long-haired kitty like I was, but she did not gain weight the way I did. My weight gain could be (if anyone knows about this, let me know) because I took depo-medrol pills for my flea allergy; I guess that causes weight gain. But I’m not sure whether I was a big cat because of those pills or because I was naturally going to be a big kitty.
Thank you for the special paw mails for Friday’s Diary Pick, from ANGEL BUDDIE..ALWAYS LOVED, Smiley Cassanova and Manytoes!
Thank you Manytoes, Tundra, Rory & Lynzee and also We Bees Siamese (Pipo & Minko) for making me photos for Diary Pick, July 27!
Thanks for your comments in the diary We Bees Siamese!
For the Pretty Rose, Thank you Tate
And for the Pink Ribbon, Thanks to you Samson!
(Maybe soon I can list all the kitty names who gave me sweet things yesterday for Diary Of The Day; I dearly appreciate your thoughtfulness).
The other 4 diary picks today, cleverly written, were composed by:
Brother & Sister Natalie the Nat Cat (#1172687)
And Orange Ruffy (#1059134)
Diary Of The Day: Lily (#315409)!
Congratulations to the 4 of you! I will likely get over to your pages too.