"This is my "Sam's a Sweet Boy" face"
Age: 16 Years Sex: Male Weight: 16 lbs.
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"Sleeping on Daddy's cozy blankie"
"Mama & I watched TV together almost efurry night. She's going to really miss my company & I'll miss our special times."
"Ahhhhhh.....having the bed all to myself"
"My "cotton feet" --that's what mama called them. She always played with them & petted them. I liked that!"
"My Best Bruvver, Oliver"
"I used to live outside"
"This is me in my enclosed back yard when I lived outside"
"My dog bruvver, Scout, & I exploring the backyard" [See My CatsterPlus Photo Book]
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March 20th 1997
Gray and White
Being petted above the neck. Being loved. Having a family.
Being petted below the neck. Other cats.
He likes to chase pipe cleaners & tree branches. Loved to play "stick" in the yard with his dog bruvvers.
Favorite Nap Spot:
On the guest bed. Or in his teepee bed.
Iams Original dry & his breakfast of Fancy Feast turkey & cheddar souffle. Sam also loves ice cubes in his water dish.
He can jump over a 6 foot fence in a single bound.
If you work at a shoe store you own a lot of shoes. If you work at an ice cream store YOU'RE the Chunky Monkey. I work at a Cat Clinic, therefore, if a cat is returned to our clinic, it seems to end up at home with me! Sam LLoyd's original mommy couldn't keep him because he kept attacking her & her new baby. He was at the Clinic, facing the Final Solution. He was beautiful & sweet to me & I didn't have a baby so what could it hurt bringing him home with me?? When it became apparent Sam could not play well with others at our house, I returned him to the Clinic, certain that Death was the only option. The Clinic doctor convinced me to try moving him to a secure home outside on his own. Long story short -- Sam LLoyd now has his own 10 x 10 foot house, complete with corduroy chair. He can leave his house by way of an enclosed walkway & enter his own enclosed yard where he has furniture, enclosures, beds & boxes. He seems happy as a solitary kitty. When we are in the big yard we allow him to run free for awhile as long as he doesn't try to jump the fence (learned that the hard way). Sam & his dog brother, Scout Levi, love to run & chase each other. It's not an ideal solution, but he has a good life and we love him very much.
**UPDATE** Sam LLoyd moved into the house in Nov 2006. He has adjusted well and we are loving having him inside where we can share a wonderful family life with him. His brothers are not too sure THEY are happy and his sister routinely hits him on his head. He accepts it all and gives us love. ***OCTOBER 2 2009 UPDATE***Sam LLoyd just could not overcome all of his problems, altho apparently PHYSICALLY healthy (except for diabetes), his mental problems were too severe. With much heartbreak & many months of deep consideration, it was decided the best thing for Sam LLoyd was to join his favorite dog bruvver, Spike Ellington, at the Bridge. I was able to be with him, hold & kiss him until the end. While my heart is sad for my loss, I know he is finally at peace, running free & playing "stick" with Spike.
October 2008. Sam LLoyd still lives inside with us. He is challenging yet an incredibly sweet cat. He's so grateful for the love he gets. He has the softest fur imaginable and a deep purr. In addition to his psychological problems (he's a Head Case, I tell ya!) he also has a worsening heart murmur. He has "blue" days & difficulty breathing sometimes, yet never slows down. We are going to love him for all his days.
DECEMBER 2010: Sam LLoyd has been gone awhile now. I miss him everyday. I see his sweet face shining out from his page & it's bittersweet. I'd love to feel his plush, soft fur again. I know he's in a good place where he's no longer scared or feeling badly. He is missed & will always be loved. I hope with all my heart he knows that.
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As long as there is life, there is hope.
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Birthday Party for Sebastian
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|July 8th 2006
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March 20th 2011 8:41 pm
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Thank you for my birfday wishes.
I appurrciates your kindnesses.
My bruvver, ROY BAXTER Baxter Boy & my dog bruvver, Spike Ellington came by to see me and we had some great treats & ice cubes (Spike & I LOVE ice cubes). After our birfday treats we played a really fun game of stick.....that was our favorite earthly game.
It was a furrific birfday...made even better by my Catster friends.
October 3rd 2010 1:12 am
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Saturday was my 1 year Bridgeversary. Mama thought of me furst thing when she woke up in the morning.
That's nothing mew, though. Mama thinks of me alot. She worries if I'm sad or lonesome At The Bridge. I try to tell her I'm not but I don't think my voice is strong enough to reach her.
Mama has been sad this whole year hoping she made the right decision for me. I wish I could help her.
One thing I know for absolute certain is that my Mama loved me more than anyone else efurr did. And she still DOES love me.
I wish I could still be with her. I loved curling up next to her and watching TV together. Mama would pet me and tell me she loved me. Mama always complimented my soft cotton feet and my plush fur. Those good words made me feel so happy.
Sometimes I feel sad and sometimes I feel mad because parts of my life were so hard and just not fair. At least I know that I am loved and missed and that my Mama gave me the furry best life pawsible.
Guess it's time to stop feeling so sorry for myself. I'm going to go find my dog bruvver, Spike. What this cat needs is a really good game of stick!!!!
October 2nd 2009 6:06 pm
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Today was a good day to die.
Does that sound pawful? Please don't think so. The sky was bright blue, the sun was warm and the breeze could ruffle all my fur. It was my favorite kind of day when I lived outside.
I have been at the dr vet Clinic for a couple weeks now. Mama had a really difficult decision to make. Oh! She agonized so much. She talked to efurry one about what to do with me. Mama loved me more than anyone efurr could (cuz you see I wasn't the most loveable boy--except to mama) and she wanted to do EFURRY THING that was right for me.
Finally, the time came for mama to have to decide about my future. Today she woke up and saw what a purrty day it was and she remembered how much I love days like this. She drove the almost 2 hours to the dr vet where I was & she talked one last time with the dr vet (mama worked with her for 10 years) and mama talked to her co-workers at the Clinic (she REALLY values their opinons) and mama decided that, for me, today was a good day to die.
I was soooo lucky. Because mama has experience taking care of kitties in all situations she knew just what to do to make this afternoon the best for me. I had THE most delicious lunch and she let me eat all I wanted (and THAT'S alot!!). I had plenty of fresh water to drink (I'm a diabetic & I like to drink alot) and the best thing of all?? I got lots of chin scratches & ear rubs from mama PLUS she constantly told me she loved me (which I knew).
Mama held me and we looked out the window at the pretty day AND at the backyard where I used to live (you see, our family lived just behind the dr vet clinic & the backyards were shared). Mama talked softly to me as I went to sleep, I heard her telling me how very very much she loves me.
THEN!!!! I woke up and I was in the softest green grass I efurr felt and when I started to look around I saw something big and black running straight towards me....WHAT THE..????
It was Spike Ellington, my dog bruvver, and he had a stick in his mouf. How wonderful. I have really really missed running & playing stick wif my dog bruvver. After we finished giving eachother lots of licks and nuzzles we began the greatest game of stick. I could run and run and run and run and not once did my heart feel funny and I didn't get all tired out. Spike was able to chase me and be chased too, his
ar-the-rite-us didn't hurt him at all. We had a most glorious afternoon. Almost like we were young and in our backyard again.
Later I looked down and saw mama driving home -- I could feel her sadness, I wanted to make her feel better, so I arranged for some of her favorite music to be played on her car radio. That put a little smile on her face, but she was still too sad. Hmmmmm -- what can I do? All of a sudden I realized that my bruvver, Baxter & his
fur-riends, Chumley & Fela & Tabby were standing beside me. They explained that sometimes if Bridge kitties try hard enough they can lift sadness off a mama. They said they would help me. We all concentrated really hard and some of the sadness lifted from mama. She seemed to know that I was in a good place with fur-riends who love me. Mama knows that I love her and I know she loves me
fur-efurr and efurr. Someday we'll be together again and I'll get more chin scratches and ear rubs. Until then Spike and I will be running through this soft green grass and playing stick as long as we want.
So, you see, today was a good day to die....
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